My head and chest are aching,
My fragile frame is shaking,
I'm holding my chest and gasping for breaths
That are no longer worth the taking.

A strong ship stays sailing a'mast
Across the brutal ocean,
But when at last returned to port,
The frame is surely broken.

As if I wasn't already gone,
I'll search for what is left.
I'm taking strides out the door now,
Though they feel like tiny steps.

A paper bag will do no good
To hold the shattered parts,
I guess that's what I ought to get
For giving you my heart.