If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?

Would you protect it from being crushed into a thousand pieces?

Would you keep it warm in the desperate cold of the night?

Would you whisper to it that everything will be OK?

Or would you tear it to shreds because I let myself be vulnerable to you?

Would you crush it between your fingers so the last feeling I ever have is trapped?

Would you rip it out and replace it with something that makes me good enough for you?

I want to trust you with my heart, but that just makes me close it off even more.