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I gave up my eyes, to a man who was blind,
And I gave all my strength, to a man who was tired,
I gave my desire, to a man with more fire,
And I lost my good looks, to a girl I admired.

I lent out my voice, to a small group of choir boys,
And I gave up my hands, to a man who made toys,
And all that I kept, was the heart in my chest,
And I hoped that someday, I could give it away.

But before my chance came, you broke it in two,
But if you had just asked, I would've given it to you.

I went to great lengths, for a cause that was spent,
And I lost all my friends, to a lack of commitment.
I gave my best clothes, to a man who proposed,
To a woman I loved, but I didn't really know.

And all I have left, is the heart in my chest,
And I'd give it to you, if I thought you'd be impressed,
But what would you do, with a heart split in two,
And a heart that won't work, Is of no use to you.

So I laid my heart down, in a box in the ground,
And I threw on some earth, and I tried to forget,
That a heart that won't work, is not even worth,
A glimpse of your smile, or an hour of your time.

A heart that won't work, it's not even worth,
A glimpse of your smile, or an hour of your time.