I use to go around:
A key around my neck
And a heart right on my sleeve.

I use to go around:
Duct tape on my mouth
And hid my heart away with a lock.

I went around:
With four keys on my chain
The one strangling my heart right now.

As you can tell:
I have been ending every stanza the same
Always ending up with my heart.

Noticing that:
You probably realize that I'm sticking with the same
As for I cannot have my heart distinguished.

Knowing that:
You probably know that i gave up on your kind
I cannot return down that road.

So as you can see:
I fall in love with faces similar to my own reflection
But in the end i still have this hole.

Due to this:
I walk around with two keys dangling
One of them you still own.

And because of that:
One i gave aware too freely
The other i never gave away.

But now due to that:
The key had dangled too long
Fell to the floor and broke.

Baby:
I cried a thousand tears
Because I thought I'd never find a love.

But then:
I decided to change my locks one more time
As i decided to stay forever alone.

This is what you get:
For making a Bi girl feel straight
And making her feel gay.

But what did you get:
Said a few puns
And made a fool out of me.

What did you get:
Some entertainment
Or some distraction?

Just tell me:
Why did you do this
Was it my fault at thus?

What did you even get:
Well...call yourself lucky
Because you're standing right behind me.

I'm guessing you won:
Because you had the right key
The whole entire time.

I'm debating though:
Whether i should still kick you out though
Whether you are are decent or rude.

But in the end:
What would I get?
Baby, what would I get...


No More Broken Hearts. Please.