His was a heart she couldn’t hold
Though he grasped at her like a spider
Clinging, clinging
Hers was a heart he couldn’t hold
Always cutting himself on the broken shards
Bleeding, bleeding
Thiers was a love of timeless end
So much of romance and valentines
Lovers, lovers
His were the needs of a greedy child
Always a new need to satisfy
Wanting, wanting
Hers were the needs of a broken doll
Attempting to fix the unfixable
Broken, broken
Theirs was a love whose fight was relentless
Same drama, different day
Love meets pain, repeat