So I will wear my heart on my sleeve

And give it to the boy who passes by me

He will notice not and go away

And I’ll cry my eyes out all night all day

I’ll sabotage him of breaking my heart

I’ll try to forget him with chocolate ice cream and lemon tart.

The next day I’ll wake up new

Fresh as morning dew

Dust him off my shoulder,

Brush off the memories like autumn leaves

And stitch a new heart on my sleeve.