Alone

Taylor

Hearts are forsaking,
My heart's for the taking,
Even though my heart is breaking.

The rose that is crying,
Is already dying,
The Gardner cut, instead of buying.
And heart's will surrender,
Cuz no one's a mender,
Don't need your love, return to sender.

And good hearts will cry,
And my heart will die,
No need for concern, everyone lies.
And the good will go bad,
Can't have what we had,
So let it all go, don't be mad.
Cuz the heart won't care,
It's been laid bare,
Soon you will see, every tear.

They'll cry no more,
Hearts rot from the core,
You won't be let in, they've shut the door.
And you'll be alone,
Cuz they're made of stone,
And no one will help, or hear you groan.