You sir, can have my heart.
You can have it all.
Everything I've ever given you.
It's all yours.

But, you don't want it.
You don't want me how I am.
Because along with what you thought was the golden heart,
was the cold, other half.

The half that's sad,
that has been through it all.
The side that knows the wicked ways,
of everything before.

But you love the gold.
The warm, happy side.
The one that keeps the fake smile,
painted on my face.

But you can have my heart.
You can have it all.
As long as you can finally accept,
that we all have scars.