The feeling you give me is that of fear
I hear my heart confess in my ear
Not the fear of craving you
But the uneasy feeling of being bruised and left blue
My heart is still quite delicate
The missing pieces I'm still struggling to recollect
yet they remain scattered
Some can't be salvaged because they've been badly battered
So I hope you understand why I'm protecting the rest
clenching any feelings close to my chest
I can't afford to loose what's left
so if you end up stealing them I'll have to charge...