Maybe if I crack open my rib cage
I could tape my heart back together myself.
I've never seen love;
I haven't heard love.
Maybe I haven't even felt love.
One step forward but
two steps back.
I was halfway to believing, now,
I'll never look back.
Maybe if I rip open my chest
I could see if I even have a heart to fix.
I forgot.
I gave it to you with apprehension;
I gave it to you with my hands.
But I must have fallen all alone
because, dear, what you gave back
to me
was only a stone
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
Maybe if I crack open my rib cage
I could tape my heart back together myself.
I've never seen love;
I haven't heard love.
Maybe I haven't even felt love.
One step forward but
two steps back.
I was halfway to believing, now,
I'll never look back.
Maybe if I rip open my chest
I could see if I even have a heart to fix.
I forgot.
I gave it to you with apprehension;
I gave it to you with my hands.
But I must have fallen all alone
because, dear, what you gave back
to me
was only a stone
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