Hearts were never meant to end up in the snow Frozen to porcelain/ Why? No body knows My dreams are films of moments That I try to relive. You don't think the same at all This means nothing 2 you. This pungent romance, That i fumble to and call "love" This reason for being; My justification of my own existence Hearts are never served on plates anymore. They throw them all away. Please care enoough 2 smile back when I pour my heart to you...
