Fix it, fix it, fix it...

When you asked me to fix your heart, I always thought you were willing to help me pick the pieces up from the floor. ‘Coz if I said yes, you knew I would try with all my heart to repair yours. And I did. By the first night, you wrapped me round your finger. I was yours. In love… or so I thought it was. I thought I could fix it, fix it, fix it… I thought I could fix you, replace him, like a new battery replaces an old one, as if your broken heart was a wrecked watch. You had me on my knees, at your feet, picking up the pieces of an object that you no longer cared for. Your Heart; I tried to fix it, fix it, fix it… but I ended up in damage, breaking it; My Heart.