 | If I gave you my heart, Would you break it, Tear it apart, Smash it to pieces, Break it in two, Crush everything that's left, 'till there isn't a thing anyone could do, Or would you take it, And hold it with care, Make sure that every tiny piece is there, Hold it close, And keep it dear, Bandage the wounds, Pick up the pieces and Tape them back togather again., The sad thing is.. I trusted you not to, To help bandage past wounds, You only made them worse, And now I'm left. To find the pieces of me you've discarded and bruised |  |