Paper Heart

Every time I give my heart to someone,
They end up tearing it away,
They act like I owe them,
Like I have something to pay.

And I sit there,
Broken and hurt,
Not that they care,
To them I’m just a piece of work.

But you,
You’re not the same,
You’re not a bad guy,
To you this isn’t a game.

So I’m gonna give you my heart,
Please don’t make me regret,
Don’t tear me to pieces,
Don’t forget.

After what I’ve been through,
Of course my trust has turned to vapor,
So treat my heart carefully,
It’s tears like paper.