Hearts

Hearts of stone haunt me everywhere I go...

Hearts

You are cold, gray, but shaped so pretty
I feel your stare
A reflection of my soul you are
Cold and gray, yet so pretty
A heart of stone

Pretty is not enough
No, not enough
A hardened heart lies alone

Everywhere I go, everywhere I look
You are staring back as a reminder
A reminder that my heart will never be
Anything more than a pretty, cold form of stone

Heart you are the stones I see
Lying around so carelessly
The tease is mean, but understood
I will forever carry
A cold and hardened pretty stone