I tried to open a heart,
But utterly failed to convert
I should have been more reserved
To the shattered pieces of heart preserved
In the deepest of your heart,
There lies the piece, folded a million times,
The piece you concealed for so many times,
It doesn't even lie in your lowest anymore.
Will I be another piece of heart to you,
To help you shut off your lachrymose,
Until you meet someone else,
and share the memory of the one hurt by you?
Please tell me, my friend,
please tell me now. Because,
Of all the things I've said and done,
I am just another kid, after all.