I have collected hearts over the years
Some have stayed
Some have left
The rest I have kept captive
My second-hand sweethearts
These are the ones that bleed me dry
I give them everything
My love, my heart, my soul
My life, my body, my gifts
I give till there's nothing left to give
Then I give some more
My second-hand sweethearts
I give till it kills me
Because it kills me
Because sometimes dying, is living
My second-hand sweethearts
You were never mine to begin with
Fairly-used is never as good as new
Alaha human iyol
