Sometimes the cold wind is too hard to bear,
And sometimes the heart you left in my hands is too hard, I swear.
I never thought I got the best of you. . .

But it's all in the way you left every piece in my hands,
and ran wild while I tried hopelessly to put them all together.
How dare you leave me with something
so fragile,
so vulnerable,
so weak,
so reckless,
something that wasn't mine.