My heart has known love, but not enough.
It has been down only paths that are rough
So many that it has made me too hardend and tough.
Black as night, hard as stone, and very very gruff.
My heart is as hard as stone.
Black as a charded bone.
Empty as i am alone.
My heart is missing something, and it must be known.
It's like an instrument with no tone.
Like it needs someplace to call a home.
Like it must have something to call it's own.
Like it's calling out with no phone.
I have commited the worst sin,
I have let myself be hurt again.
I musn't let them get in.
I must play the game and i must win.
I musn't let them hurt me again or it will kill me and that will be the end.