Turning My Black Heart Too Red; I put my trust into your hands, And I loved without care or regret. I took my chance to show you I cared, And I crashed and burned in the presses. In my heart I could feel every crack, every break, I’ve felt all the pain, sorrow’s and regrets. I’ve loved and taken many chances to feel loved back, I’ve reached for many though none have reached for me. My once red heart has turned a shade of black, It has slowly begun to die from such damage and hurt. I’ve started to think all the blood sweat and tears, Were never worth giving my heart away from the start. I left part of me a few thousand miles away in a house of gray, That part of me broke off as I began to leave that last day. I took a deep breath as I felt it crack in two, felt the tears stain my checks, As they fell from my eyes with every stab, every crack that was made. I just want to feel something other then pain, other then hurt, Feel something real, something that shows me I’m still alive. I saw within your eyes you understood, felt it to, And offered your hand to walk me away to mend things, make them right. But I’m telling you this here and now, Before I break the heart you’re holding out to me. If you’re planning on turning this black heart back to red, Please take care of the heart you hold for it’s going to be a dark hard road.