The romantic one, plunders and tries to take my heart- but its not there. Another has it on loan, for the time-being at least. He's had it for quite some time, which in most cases would be a most excellent exchange, except his heart isnt as big and doesnt know how to pump on its own. The romantic one mocks me, says I can do better, And I can, and I know it. Still I reside, on a broken pathway f i l l e d with hope, and slowly s h a t t e r i n g . And so, another sad tale, sad day, sad heart goes unnoticed.