Stories From The (Paper) Heart

They said

"The trap is set

Oh yeah you know id bet that the first one to fall for it

Will be a broken hearted songbook writin' baby girl"

And whoa// here she comes

Walkin down the street

Singing along to the voices screaming in her head

But hey///

What's this?

Her heart is black from the love she's never had

Her hands are numb from the hands she's never held

Hey it's your call

Do you want to hurt her more?

Sometimes heartbroken heartbreakers break the hearts of the already heartbroken

Before they wake up and realize

They're hearts have got a few cracks

Before they wake up and realize

They're hearts have also been snapped

Then they wonder

"How the hell did I get into this crap?"

HEY! Stop getting off the subject please

This-girl-she-spends-time

Folding paper hearts

One-to-replace-every heart that she has lost

"Lets-make-her-fold one more

I'm pretty sure it shouldn't hurt"

"She's used to it"

You say. But ask yourself this,

Are you?

Now don't go assuming, you never know what's really going on

Hey its your call

Do you want to be the cause of her pain?