You'd tread upon it without thought
You'd cast asunder while it's caught
Though when there's cause for it's depart
Nothing's dearest to your heart
It marvels at your fickle ways
You'd feign distress for days and days
Such a shame your ways are slanted
Your heart well versed in taking for granted.
Dec 31, 2011
Dec 31, 2011 at 3:50 PM UTC
You'd tread upon it without thought
You'd cast asunder while it's caught
Though when there's cause for it's depart
Nothing's dearest to your heart
It marvels at your fickle ways
You'd feign distress for days and days
Such a shame your ways are slanted
Your heart well versed in taking for granted.