A Heart Never Shown

I was one of your playthings.
Just another toy.
A pretty possesion,
For a pretty, pretty boy.

But now I'm old news.
Last week's flavor gone bad.
Left longing for your loving,
Which I once thought I had.

So sometimes I cry.
At night, all alone.
So close yet so far,
From the feeling of home.

So I pick up the phone,
Dial a number and hear,
A voice talking so foreign,
Hurting my ear.

So many promises.
Lies which I believed.
You sure had me fooled,
I was young and naïve.

But now the wound's healed.
After all that it bled.
The scar can't be seen,
Where so many have tread.

And never again,
Shall I let hurt be known.
In a place that I've sealed.
A heart never shown.

The walls and the chains,
Protect me from pain.
And the love that you stole,
Will never blossom again.

I swear I won't be,
A possession to own.
Noone will get close,
To the heart never shown.

I smile and I cry,
When I know that I should.
But my smiles and tears,
Are chiseled in wood.

For the face I put on,
For the whole world to see,
Is simply a mask.
Not truly me.

'Cause I am the past,
Of a heart never shown.
Yes, I've locked it away,
In a cage built of stone.

So goodbye to you,
And goodbye to me.
'Cause my heart's become something,
That noone shall see.

The future is ours.
But the past is my own.
And it's hard to let go,
Of a heart never shown.