Around this heart grew a cloak of stone,
bitter love it cannot condone.
And so you came and broke this glass,
you are the first, and you are the last.
So I thought I was the jackpot,
Then I found out you're with a crackpot.
My heart broke into a million pieces,
In exchange for your lost kisses.
Now stones have replaced this heart,
Afraid to get torn apart.