Love, It has to be a gift
A present from the heart
But now I see yours was fake
Right from the start
My gift was true
Made of glass I swear
But you were supposed to treat it with care
Did you not see the signs
Or see the labels
Maybe you did but didn’t care
Did you not like my gift
It was addressed to you
Made of glass
But now its in need of glue
You broke it to pieces
To fragile to repair
Now my heart is useless
Will I ever love again
But believe me no matter what
I will always be true
I love you
I wont go to heaven
Not just yet
If I did id be a hypocrite
Id be running from my regret
Regret I met someone
So great as you and that
You said the three little words
I love you
I will not hurt my self to be with god anymore
Because this would mean
I was chucking a you
Running and hiding from all my problems
This would be wrong
And I am far to strong
I try to convince my self
That statement is true
But I’m as weak as carrots on the boil
I’m to soft even to chew
Fragile I am fragile my heart
It was labelled with blue
Handle with care
It said on my gift
But the signs went far beyond you
