We all live with this gaping hole
Ripping the seams of our souls.
Searching all our lives for something to fill -
To fill this hole, and we search until...

Until we think a patch we've found -
Something to hold us up, never let us down -
Something or someone who'll always be there,
So you know in your mind that somebody cares...

Cares about you, loves you for you -
Not what you wear, or the things that you do.
So to them, you hand over your heart;
Take a chance...hope they don't break it apart.

But it seems like pain is your destiny;
You wonder, will you ever stay happy?
Some more tears to add to your soul...
You get your heart back, but it's no longer whole.