The heart is a pitiful thing,
wanting more than it can receive.
Still, each day it hopes and skips a beat,
that today will be its day to believe,
that it will find its happy ending....

The heart is a sorrowful thing,
wishing for what it thinks it needs.
Each night it breaks just a little,
becoming a little more brittle,
waiting for love transcending.

After each mistake, each heartbreak,
A heart takes its unsuspecting owner
back to the brink.
Hoping, wanting craving more
of something that will never belong to it