no one wants you when you have no heart.

when on earth did you decide

that people didn't matter?

that lives were just objects

broken and scattered?

there must have been a time when

life seemed young for you.

what made you cold,

shutting the world out

cynicism and mind games

sharp tongue, sharper knives?

what made you lose sight

of the hundreds of thousands of different sunrises

of the smiles of children

of the little things that make the world a little less cruel?

you're so beautiful on the outside, bones of gold and ivory smiles

but that can't hide the emptiness inside, a hollow mocking echo.

you see, it doesn't matter how you look at all

for no one wants you when you have no heart.