My heart is precious. It helps me live. It's one of the things I really need. I give it out and some take it. But others just go and break it. And leave me to put it back together.

It keeps falling apart. No matter how much glue or tape I use. And now I feel, it'll never be completely fixed. If that is how it'll be, then so be it. But as long as it's there, I'll have to make it.

But maybe just not let people take it.