You sole my heart and kept it in your box.
I asked for it and you said I'd never have it.
I feel dead.
I feel numb.
I feel destroyed.

Why did I give it to you?
You didn't ask to have it.
I feel stupid.
I feel used.
I feel messy.

Did you even want it?
It doesn't matter, you took it anyway.
I feel robbed.
I feel tired.
I feel like a victim.

Did you even love me?
Or was I a toy?
I feel rejected.
I feel unwanted.
I feel nervous.

If you loved me I'd feel whole.
But you don't love me.
I feel childish.
I feel reckless with my heart.
I feel the need to take it back.

I stole it back.
I put a wall around it.
I feel armed.
I feel safer.
I feel danger approaching.

I love the one I'm with.
He's climbing my heart's wall.
I feel wanted.
I feel needed.
I feel special.

He reached the top.
He's inside the wall.
I feel happy.
I feel relieved.
I feel revered.

I'm happy with him.
Have fun with your life.
I feel successful.
I feel genuinely happy.
I feel healed.