The way to my heart is under my skin
My truth is tied up in veins
Concealing me tightly like wrapping paper
My gift is yours if you can find it
Underneath the sticky glue
Masked in tape for my protection
There once was a heart in a box
Knotted in strings of red satin
I left it there for you to have
But it still hasn't been opened
My truth is tied up in veins
Concealing me tightly like wrapping paper
My gift is yours if you can find it
Underneath the sticky glue
Masked in tape for my protection
There once was a heart in a box
Knotted in strings of red satin
I left it there for you to have
But it still hasn't been opened