I knew this boy,
He was walking down the road when he found this little thing on the ground,
You would'nt believe it but it was a heart,
Turns out it was sick and broken,
Turns out he was a doctor
He nursed, cared for it, and loved it,
He tied a little string to it,
"I'll never let you go! Not until I find your owner." He Said.
But in reality,
That was my heart
I dropped it last Tuesday and you have no idea how worried I've been,
It seems so happy,
But really I do need it back now,
Could I ask him?..No, it wouldn't work,
Could I steal it? No, no that might make them both sad,
Well, looks as if my options are limited,
I could just do nothing I mean it's so happy,
Who else would want it anyway?
I never took care of it.
Well One day after i gave up,
That boy,
He was walking down the road when he found this little thing on the ground,
You would'nt believe it but it was a soul,
Turns out it was sad with no pride,
Turns out he was a doctor
He fed it, raised it's hope, and loved it,
He even gave it to the heart so they could become friends,
"I'll never let you go! Not until I find your owner." He Said.
But in reality,
That was my soul
I dropped it last Wednesday and you have no idea how worried I've been,
It seems so much more lively,
But really I do need it back now,
Could I ask him?..No, he wouldn't believe me,
Could I steal it? No, no I have no courage,
Well, looks as if my options are limited,
I could just do nothing I mean it has got so much pride,
It's nothing without my heart,
But I'm nothing without them,
A few weeks later I could no longer find that boy,
A few weeks later I still wish I had asked for them back,
I was so stupid then,
But then again,
Have I changed?
My current experience says no,
Just the same.