I tell you you're good,

you're too good to me.

You're to good for me.

I'm all broken,

they've taken the best of me, darling.

I don't have much left,

there's not much left of me.

All I have are these tiny pieces,

this is the itty bitty part that's left of my heart.

You've been trying to glue me back together,

and I, I've been breaking these pieces down to smaller fragments.

You tell me we will be fine..

You place your hand over my chest.

You pull me close to you,

too close for comfort..

Because this is as close as anyone's dared to come, in a while.

You're looking deep into my eye's.

I feel bricks starting to collapse,

my walls begin to pulverize.

They crumble a little more with every word,

every word your mouth enunciates.

There's dust every where now.

You pull me close and say,

"Thats okay.

It's okay love,

don't you worry about it.

Lay the pieces here on my desk..

and give me some time.

I'll reconstruct your heart,

glue the remaining pieces together.

Your heart will be as good as new.

You'll see,

It'll love me...

Love me as madly as any new heart would.

I know it.

I'm an artist, baby

this is what we artist do".