Wednesday, August 20, 2008

on my sleeve

I’d wear my heart out on my sleeve

If I wasn’t so afraid

Of who might come and snatch it up

So I hold it close to my chest

In a feeble attempt to keep it from breaking

 

I didn’t mean to wear my heart out on my sleeve

Now I see you’ve taken it from me

Though I couldn’t take it back

I just ask that you keep it all intact

 

 I wore my heart out on my sleeve

Watched as you stole it right from under me

I asked you not to break it,

But I see now an easy request it was not

Don’t worry I can pick up the pieces my self

 

I can’t wear my heart out on my sleeve

For all the pieces would fall to the ground

And I cant find it in myself to pick them up again

3 comments:

Just Miranda said...

it sux i know live with it i really only like the first 2 parts

There I Was, Here I Go said...

*snuggles* I'll cradle it in my hands 'till the day I die.

There I Was, Here I Go said...

I stoled it :P

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