Heart on a String
Not easy to acquire, this heart inside my chest.
I made you work harder, harder than all the rest.
Life had showed me that my heart is a precious, precious thing.
But even if I gave it away, I’d keep it on a string.
I’d keep it there so I could yank it back, if it ever came to that.
You could have turned out to be a liar, a psycho or even a rat.
But something strange happened, something that’s never happened before.
Even though I gave you all of my heart, I found myself wanting to give you more.
So then I did something crazy, an absolutely unthinkable thing.
I handed you my heart… and I also gave you the string.
My heart was easy to give back, you gave it back to me with ease.
Now you won’t return the string, but I’m begging you to do it- please!
Things are the worst they can be, because you hold that string.
That string, much more powerful than my heart; it’s really a peculiar thing.
Because while my heart tries to move on, while I try to get away,
You lightly tug on the string with the confusing things you say.
If I were strong enough to break the string, I’d do it without question.
I’d have my heart back with its string and you could have no objection.
But now I sit, with just my heart, and the sad songs it begins to sing.
What use is a heart that needs to heal, when you still hold the string?
It’s not very useful, not at all, because all it does is make me blue.
It yearns for love, it pleads for affection, and only yours will do.
Because this game of my heart on a string, totally controlled by you,
It’s only making life impossible; it’s breaking my heart in two.
Perhaps you’re holding on, you hope to get it back someday.
That would be the ultimate reward- for that is what I pray.
It’s unfair to give me back my heart but still you hold the string.
Not asking for a wedding, not even asking for a ring.
A few choices are in front of us, I pray you decide what I think you should.
Say you’ll hand me the string on my heart, or take back my heart for good.