Oh my heart, how it breaks 

Swinging like a ball and chain

I suppose this is how you like it 

To see my sadness on display

I will not escape the fire beneath my feet

And my eyes hurt from attempts to see something other than deception 

Slumped in the corner, 

the diorama of dissection 

My soul bobs in a sea of weeping 

God himself can’t dull the wailing 

And you ran away 

And you ran so fast

While I screamed at your door 

Until the morning reached four 

I woke as a centerpiece to your game of wicked hope

With mocking fingers pointing

“You should have known”

So my dear, you’ve won 

And here I am, shredded once again

I suppose you’ve been waiting 

For the grand showcase

Another trophy behind glass 

My sadness on display