I would like to give you my whole heart, but I can't.
He has some of it, you see.
He cut off a sliver with a paring knife
Oh so long ago.
He doesn't even know it's there,
Jingling in his pocket next to his keys and a handful of loose change.
But the hole won't heal.
Every time I think it's sealed forever,
I'll hear that little piece jingling away in his pocket.
I've tried to take it back from him but
It never seems to work.
I would like to give you my whole heart, but I can't,
For he has stolen some away.