Trying to break free from Waltz Wave for a while...let me know if you think it was a bad idea...
While my heart is broken
I keep it in a box,
A box with no key
As it has no locks.
Why? You may ask yourself
I asked myself too,
But then I found,
To heal my heart
I must give it to someone new,
A bad idea that never works,
And always ends in pain.
So my heart goes back to the box
Only to be given away again…
Beautiful!