The heart that belongs to me.. is not mine at all.
It seldom catches me whenever I fall.
It is as hard as a stone,
as cold as the storm.
It reminds you of solitude,
the fear to be alone.
The heart that belongs to me.. don't care like I do.
It sacrifices every moment,
no teardrops and dew.
It holds you till you break,
and release you like nothing's at stake.
The heart that belongs to me... a moment would you,
hold like a candle, embraced like you knew.
All it wants is comfort,
life like you have, love like you do.
For the heart that belongs to me... is not mine at all.
But you.
