I hate the fact that I wear my heart right out on my sleeve.

If I could, I’d take my heart and tell it to please leave.

What goods a heart if in the end you know that it might break?

Why give a heart to a soul, that doesn’t give, but takes?

All I want is to tell my heart, “please stop letting me down.”

If I could, I’d close my heart and let no one come around.

But my heart is in love with love and she just won’t let it go.

I guess that’s just the way it goes when your Heart is Made of Gold!!

-As Told By Val