heart of glass
everyone' careful with your past
it's nice to see, nice to hold
but once broken, considered sold
heart of gold
everyone says your getting old
mean is the new kind of nice
to be fake is everyone's advice
heart of stone
rock solid but cold to the bone
feelings never apply here
being likeable isn't really your peer
heart of paper
money is all you'll ever favour
earning, spending, saving, repeat
but happiness doesn't come as a treat
heart of blades
shatter the strong masquerade
arrows and people always shot
and bullets don't often cost alot
heart of water
pure, but why doesn't anyone bother?
as clear as the village's lake
but emptier than a tramp's estate
heart of plastic
bodies all big and rustic
boys run after you in vain
too bad you don't come with a brain
heart of rice
don't need to repeat yourself thrice
everyone's always at your attention
even when you're not yet a legend
// eight