The girl with too many hearts hands out love like candy,
Instinctively, she walks without direction:
A prisoner in a blindfold,
She has an addiction,
Though not to a drug,
But instead to love.
When the flame of passion roars dull and cool,
Her feelings extinguish
To seek her shiny new jewel:
One that will spark her heart’s igniter.
She is in love with love,
Yet remains a fighter.
While her heart belongs to you,
Be sure there is another,
A heart ready and new,
Upon the production line.
She’s found herself a brand new lover,
Stuck on repeat: A moment in time.