The Blind Eye of a Needle

This needle, I cannot thread
With the string, that I just fed
The holes too small, or the string's too thick
Maybe it's my eyes, just playing tricks

I am trying to, repair a hole
Which was made, when you stole
My heart that, I asked for back
But when you did, there was a crack

This was meant, a precious gift
But you never, looked after it
It was battered, and it was bruised
And has left me, feeling used

You know I need, my heart to live
Now such a gift, I'll never give
And all you've left, is your scorn
With my heart, which you have torn

But forever now, I'm incomplete
With a heart, that doesn't beat
String for this needle, I'll never match
When a heart's returned... no strings attached