Even though it was bruised and shattered
She handed her heart to him on a silver platter
But he turned away, and didnt say a word
In the silence, its final beat was heard
Then he looked at her in the eyes and simply said
Why would I want something so black and dead?
Why would I want something so battered and ugly?
Why would I want something so broken you can clearly see?
Why would I want something so cold and unfeeling?
Why would I want something that isn't even healing?
She looked at him and gave him her best answer
"It loves you with everything it has, and it just keeps falling faster
If you could show it what it's like to be loved again
Then maybe my heart can have the hope to mend
You've been wrong on who you think I am
You never gave me half the chance..."
She handed her heart to him on a silver platter
But he turned away, and didnt say a word
In the silence, its final beat was heard
Then he looked at her in the eyes and simply said
Why would I want something so black and dead?
Why would I want something so battered and ugly?
Why would I want something so broken you can clearly see?
Why would I want something so cold and unfeeling?
Why would I want something that isn't even healing?
She looked at him and gave him her best answer
"It loves you with everything it has, and it just keeps falling faster
If you could show it what it's like to be loved again
Then maybe my heart can have the hope to mend
You've been wrong on who you think I am
You never gave me half the chance..."
