Paper Mache

With its paper start,
I give you my heart
All shallow within,
And painted with a lovely red sin
I give you my heart,
With its paper start
All shallow within
and tainted with sin
and with this paper heart
I put in together with paste
and in my haste,
it broke,
for I had made a mistake-
Through all this love holding like glue,
I fell for another,
another like you.