So I take up my pen to write once more
About Matters of my heart
Matters that matter most to me
Oh who can understand this feeling?
Does it always have to be this way?
Are men destined to live with heartaches?
Are all men the same, or women for that matter?

I have no answers to the unquenchable questions I have.
For who can even understand me?
I talk, walk, eat, and laugh as if nothing happened
For matters of the heart I rarely pour out

All that I realize now is that I've given all
I've given the most vulnerable part of me
Not matters of the heart, but my heart
I've given my heart to another
I've trusted...