Inside of Your Hand

You had my heart inside of your hand, controlling every beat.
And yet you're the reason why my heart always skipped a beat.

With every kiss harmonizing with our racing pulse; then my blood ran cold with every heartbreaking word.
You used to make my heart flutter like a bird.

Ugly truths whispered all around us, deceiting us, breaking us.
Why so hateful? We could've had something real. Were we not meant to be real?

It was us that we killed, we barely had time. And all the time that flew by, we faded away.
Inside of your hand was my heart that you played. Couldn't you see that I was already frayed?

Tattered and worn, fragile to the touch. But you were too much. My heart was what your hands crushed, my love.
Tore the muscle to the core, every beat made me sore, it smashed to the floor.

Splintering like glass as each second passed. With each heartwrenching flash, I watch our memories pass.
Good and bad blur by, telling us goodbye.