cactus heart

Their hearts are cactuses, Love is a deadly practise. Their eyes, Shards of glass, Their soul, Dead in the grass. Cold as ice, Hot as fire. Roll the dice, Get called a liar. Their hearts are cactus, It can distract us. Well I guess it is over now, I did say goodbye, I tried to love you, But that would be a lie. I tried to love you, Through and through, But no matter how hard I try... I will never be enough for you.