• I know that it's tattered and torn,
    and that it's been used and worn.
    I've given it to people I trust,
    Hoping they could brush off the dust.
    But every time I give it away,
    It comes back more broken and frayed.
    So I'm hoping that this time that will change,
    And maybe you can rearrange,
    These peices of my heart that I give to you.
    But don't think bad of me when I ask,
    Are you thinking about breaking it too?