Dear love, my heart is torn,
Soul just as surely shorn.
Cut, slashed, burned,
The lesson\'s learned.
A heart, nevermore given out,
At them I\'ll gladly shout:
Go on; leave me be!
Why can\'t you see?
Loving someone? A lofty goal,
But it only rips at my soul.
It\'s left me a mess,
Go on, play w/ the rest.
A tombstone reveals a grave,
A heart none would save.
Let it lie in state,
Finding love? Too late.
Pain, misery, is what\'s found,
Look! There upon the ground!
A good heart lies there,
These words laid bare.