The Glass Heart

In your hand rests a piece of me.
Fragile as glass,
Tough as nails.
For many years it remained on my sleeve,
Until you stole it from me.

I don't want it back,
It's yours for good.
But promise me this,
That you'll never break it.
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She's a foolish young thing.
To believe you'll never hurt her.
To think your love is true.
In the end,
She'll be blue.

Heartache,
Heartbreak,
Shattering glass.

She's going to fall,
Hit the ground.
You'll walk away,
She'll make no sound.
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I've built up walls,
To shield against all kind,
Shield me from love, from hate,
From love and heartache.
No trust, no fate.
No heartbreak.