I used to hold this in my hand, whilst thinking that no-one can take this thing and change the way it stands. One winter's day I lost my way, in ways of self-control and now I'm paying the devil her dues. I'm slightly older now but how wise I am is up for question - I know I'll make the same mistakes. Reaching for a friend on which I depend to take away the pain but in the morning I know I'll feel the same.
Won't you take a look into my world, see what I've become since you crushed my heart. Dreams are spiral now, I've lost my way - I can't be allowed my place, since you crushed my heart.
I've made my peace and become detatched from this beating item, it's so throw away since you crushed my heart.