My hands have hardened to hold my heart,

Whose brittle shards once tore me apart.

I play along with the merciless game,

Making me in fact the one to blame.

For how can I break the ties,

That have furnished my mind with such pleasurable lies?

And so I'll fool myself that all is well,

As I have something broken I wish to sell.

But in reality I am your wide eyed pet,

Waiting patiently for the day I can forget.