Our love was like no other.
I'd say it stretched further
Than any murmur.
We were there for one another.
Then you went on hiding
Secrets that you didn't want me finding.
You tried to cover them up by lying.
Now everything's dying.
All your stupid lies,
Pierced through my paper heart like knives.
Even though I let out several cries
You never once dared to look at me in the eyes.
Love shouldn't be treated as if its a game.
If you're going to hurt someone at least make a proclaim,
Because everything is going to erupt into a flame,
And then that person will never feel or look at you the same.
Love is a delicate work of art,
One that shouldn't hurt, lie, or depart.
From the very start,
I gave you my paper heart.....