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My heart is very fragile, it is made of glass.
No matter what I do, it could soon break.

My heart is very timid, it is hiding in the grass.
No matter how I try, I want to run.

My heart is very angry, a feeling large in mass.
No matter what I feel, I still resent you.

My heart is very guilty, this sadness, it will last.
No matter what, time alone will not repair it.

My heart is very lonely, it is a feeling that won't pass.
No matter what I do, I'll hand it right to you.

My heart is in your hands, and made of glass.
I depend on you too much, and I am sorry.