If I present my heart so pure,
And with it a simple request
For you to take this fragile heart
And treat it with respect.
Would you hold it in your hands, my heart
And see that it is scared?
Could you overlook the broken parts
And kiss it as it’s bare?
But you’ve turned away from a small taste
My heart, it now bleeds dry.
And so we dance a tragic waltz
Of love that can’t abide.
We say in jest “C’est la vie!”
Perhaps in another lifetime,
But do not tell me not to feel
That with which I know is real.
So now I paint on a pretty smile
And hope you’ll stay for a little while.
To continue to dance and masquerade
A love I hope will someday fade.