My Heart is Made of Glass

One Day, I gave you my heart, cold and made of glass.

Out its velvet box, lost in the writhing mass.

It's not as perfect as yours, in a completely different class.

But today, I give you my Heart, cold and made of glass.

Today I’ll steal your heart, pure and lit by stars,

I’ll feel its perfect form, even in these haze-filled bars.

Much more cherished than mine, ugly, scratched up by its scars.

So today I’ll steal your heart, pure and lit by stars.

Tomorrow you’ll break my heart, whilst you dance within the rain.

I’ll ask you why you hurt me, sitting wretched in pain.

I’ll try to fix my heart, blood leaking from the vein.

Because tomorrow you’ll break my heart, whilst you dance within the rain.

Now I have no heart, dead and void of Life.

It’s lying on the floor, cracked open with a knife.

Returning to the dust, free from all this strife,

As now I have no heart, dead and void of life.

One day I gave you my heart, cold and made of glass.

It was out its velvet box, lost in the laughing mass.

It wasn’t as black as yours, in a completely different class.

But honestly, I miss my heart, cold and made of glass.