Prepared - Mission Of Burma

It hardly even matters

What I used to think

I’ve lost that sense of balance

The thoughts keep opening up

To how I used to see you

Before I proved a fool

I can still feel your hand in mine

I prepared my heart for you

I prepared my heart for you

It’s not your imagination

The hidden melody

Beneath the pretty surface

All bruised and injury

Encoded for protection

From polite society

Have you never let yourself fall apart

I prepared my heart for you

I prepared my heart for you

I prepared my heart for you

Ending here so soft and cruel

Worthless love

Worthless love