Again

The human heart is a weird thing 
People play with it like a toy 
You wrap it up in fine crisp paper 
And give it to a boy 

They open it,embrace it 
And treat it like its gold 
They put it in a special box 
And have it just to hold
 
They take it from the box 
And pull all of the strings 
They go out to the store 
And buy you diamond rings
 
They store it someplace else 
They keep it in a drawer 
They keep it kept away 
Til they cant have it anymore 

They throw it in the trash 
They find it somewhat strange 
They get sick of the same heart
And then they want a change 

You come and pick it up 
And wipe away the tears 
Because you know this will happen
It's been happening for years
 
You hold it in your hands 
You clean off all and the dust 
And hopefully in time 
These feelings will just rust.