Why when our paper hearts are torn,
Do we still love the hands that hold the crumpled pieces,
But as soon as soft hands unfold,
And staple the pieces together,
We fold away,
Because we believe we do not deserve it.
- 'Love'
Why when our paper hearts are torn,
Do we still love the hands that hold the crumpled pieces,
But as soon as soft hands unfold,
And staple the pieces together,
We fold away,
Because we believe we do not deserve it.
- 'Love'