you killed me just for you, and placed my heart in a jar. kept it on your mantle place, and did not let it see the stars.
i gave you my love so tender, and you entertained it for a while. but then you grew too powerful. and you found me not your style.
but you could not let me go, "what would they all think of me?" so you kept me tied up, and bathed in other's jealousy.
But I cannot help but wonder, when you once held me so tight. if I was what you wanted at the moment, or if it always was a lie.