The hormonal cliches of a teenage heart. |
Why do you nuture such disdain for love? Why must you make this triangle a pyramid? Why watch the heart you want shatter And why let this heart adore ignorantly? How can you say they both matter? Why let your tears fall in front of one Only to wear that smile for two? Sure, you're happy in his arms, Until you think of another's kiss Neither hate you, they refuse to try Who could doubt your love, your heart? What a heart, a manipulative heart Tell them, Oh Heart, you manipulative heart Tell them, Sweet Heart, what did you start? Just lie back, listen to the storm The skies arise a solemn grey Ironic that they mirror your mind Watching and waiting for your pawns to hate. Hate the girl that loves them so Hate the heart that doesn't know What a heart, a manipulative heart Tell them, Oh Heart, you manipulative heart Tell them, Sweet Heart, what did you start? You chose, you 'had' to, aye? And still, sweet insanity persists to object You chose, but do you know what you want? Or did you stop listening so long ago? Watch how she can smile for anyone Blissfully unaware of each heart she snares. Too bad you stopped listening - I'll give you a hint: When everyone's gone and you're off the phone Whose heart do you yearn for when you're all alone? |