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My heart is like a whore For I've given it to many girls.Without questions, without expectations;With only one exception:The only thing I've ever asked for;The only thing I've ever expected Was for their love in return.But without exception, without fail Each one took my heart,Crumpled it up, and threw it away.Like my love was worthless, a simple piece of trash;Something that was easily and frequently discarded.So now pieces of my heart are floating around,Like pieces of paper tumbling in the wind And I have to gather them up.But some of them will be lost forever;Some of them I'll never be able to find again.But those pieces that I do regain,I will try to put back together with what remains So my fragmented heart will once again be whole.For now I realize that it isn't worthless My love is valuable, priceless And I'm saving it for someone who will treasure it;Who will treat it like a special gift That I've given to her and no one else.And I hope that she will forgive me For the pieces that I gave away before.