My heart is folded
It's easy to bend
So hard to control it,
So hard to defend.
Real hearts break,
Paper hearts tear,
Does it really matter?
If i try to add flare?
My heart's made of paper,
It's easy to shread,
So please don't taper, with it
Don't confuse my head.
My paper heart,
Gets carried away
But i continue to hope,
It's feelings will stay.
Cause my heart is folded,
And easy to bend,
It's hard to control it;
I can barely defend.
My Paper Heart
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