Living without a heart,
At least not one of my own,
I'm so grateful to you for giving
Me a piece of yours on loan.
But I tire of unrequited love,
That I have loved so long,
I want to love with my heart again,
Because right now I just feel wrong.

Though unrequited love was safe
To indulge and play in,
It needs to become part of the past,
A place where I have been.
I am a mite selfish though,
I'm keeping that piece of your heart,
But before you think to speak,
Just before you want to start,

If I'm living on my own,
Loving my life once more,
I'll have some heart to share,
With nothing to deplore,
There's a piece of my heart,
Just like you did before,
If you want to keep it,
It'd be honored to be yours.