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