pretty clear...
He put her hand on his chest, There was no beat, She took his beart, Only to break it. (chorus) What made us think, There was more than what we had, That we'd grow, Into what we dreamed. They were young, They were even in love, The dreams they wished, The words they said, Faded... (chorus) What made us think, There was more than what we had, That we'd grow, Into what we dreamed. She held his heart, He only thought he held hers, What she left behind, was it real? (by Edward A. Wujcik Jr.)
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