When you ask,
to have my heart,
I can only shake my head.
When you ask,
why that is,
I can only cry in your arms.
The truth is,
I have been broken,
so many times,
That I am numb.
No longer can I feel,
the rain on my skin.
No longer can I feel,
a warmth in my heart.
For it is too damaged,
it has turned to dust.
to have my heart,
I can only shake my head.
When you ask,
why that is,
I can only cry in your arms.
The truth is,
I have been broken,
so many times,
That I am numb.
No longer can I feel,
the rain on my skin.
No longer can I feel,
a warmth in my heart.
For it is too damaged,
it has turned to dust.
