She wrote her heart unto a page
a little paper white
kept this paper heart so safe,
kept it out of sight
One day a boy stumbled in
and what do you think he found?
he picked up the paper heart
and looked out it without making a sound
Pure black on white, such simple love,
a simplicity ne'er before seen
but putting it back, he cut himself,
and the white was no longer pure and clean
Red blood spilled onto the paper heart
as he put it back, a little dirtier now,
he put it back and the girl never knew,
and slowly he stopped coming around
Next the paper heart was given,
a tiny present to a friend,
upon the dirty white was a poem,
simplicity was now penned
But dear ones have a fickle way,
and the friend tore the heart in two
when the girl got back her paper heart,
she was prepared to lend it to few
One last time the girl gave her heart
taped and bandaged at the seams
she gave it to an ungrateful recipient
and he refused to keep it clean
Upon return her heart was shattered
paper ripped in every which way,
the girl wept bitter tears over all,
through out every night and day
She hid her heart in a dark place
accompanied only by timeworn tears
the words on the paper heart melting by
locked in its prison for too many years
When the girl tried once more to take it out
she found she had nothing left to give
washed away by starlit tears,
the paper heart was beyong being ripped
Poor girl was left alone with her thoughts
no heart to keep her going strong
now the void that lives inside her chest
it keeps her awake far too long
"A tisket, a tasket, a green and yellow basket
i wrote a letter to my love and on the way i dropped it"
