It hardly really matters What I used to think I've lost that sense of balance The thoughts keep opening up To how I used to see you Before I proved a fool I can still feel your hand in mine I prepared my heart for you I prepared my heart for you It's not your imagination The hidden melody Beneath the pretty surface All bruised and injury Encoded for protection From polite society Have you never let yourself fall apart I prepared my heart for you I prepared my heart for you I prepared my heart for you ending here so soft and cruel worthless love worthless love