If my heart was a tool
I’m afraid that it’s broken
Unused for so long
That it’s rusted inside
It hasn’t found love for so long;
That it may have shrivelled and died
But I hope that someone comes along
So that one day it will be woken.
So many I’ve wanted to love
But my love’s been turned down
If what’s in here is what matters
Then maybe there’s nothing worth having.
The very thought of that
Leaves me terrified.