You sit there with your little boy smile,
and play with her heart,
thinking she will always be there.
Tearing her in so many pieces,
that she cries from the pain
that rips through her heart.
She had fire in her eyes,
and a heart made of gold.
She was kind and giving,
warm and tender.
You let her love you,
only to make it a crime.
Now she’s being punished,
for nothing but loving you.
So many would have given anything,
to have her touch their life,
the way she wanted to touch yours.
It wasn’t enough for you.
You walked away,
and left her with the pieces of
a shattered heart.
Her eyes have turned cold,
her once pure heart, to stone.
Take a good look at her,
and what she’s become and remember….
She will always be the dream that haunts you.
The regret of a risk anyone else would have taken,
And eventually will,
If she will ever let them.
and play with her heart,
thinking she will always be there.
Tearing her in so many pieces,
that she cries from the pain
that rips through her heart.
She had fire in her eyes,
and a heart made of gold.
She was kind and giving,
warm and tender.
You let her love you,
only to make it a crime.
Now she’s being punished,
for nothing but loving you.
So many would have given anything,
to have her touch their life,
the way she wanted to touch yours.
It wasn’t enough for you.
You walked away,
and left her with the pieces of
a shattered heart.
Her eyes have turned cold,
her once pure heart, to stone.
Take a good look at her,
and what she’s become and remember….
She will always be the dream that haunts you.
The regret of a risk anyone else would have taken,
And eventually will,
If she will ever let them.