The Heart

The heart is a funny thing with a mind all its own

It withers like a garden left untended and alone

And the thorns of loneliness invade and destroy what they can't steal

So easy to hurt but oh so hard to heal

I know I've had it happen to me time and time again

And it feels just like being turned down by your one and only friend

So don't fool yourself by saying it won't hurt the pain ain't real

So easy to hurt but oh so hard to heal

So easy to hurt but oh so hard to heal

So hard to heal