Mistakes have been made
Words have been wrote
Hearts have been broken, lost, healed
And broken again
History in times repeats itself.
Like Davy Jones
I lock up my heart
Tight in a box
So no one can penetrate it
Cause don’t you know the only way to kill me
Is by stabbing my heart?
Until the breaking and loosing are over,
Until the final stages of healing are done,
Until history is no more an issue
And his heart can trust my heart close to his
My heart will stay in this lock box
With the key on me at all time
Like Davy Jones…