In the end he says we’re always left and I know it’s true He says it’s not that life’s not fair It’s what you let it do to you So I wouldn’t keep on hoping Because people can’t tell exactly what you’re thinking He says our hearts are almost empty Void of all emotion But I don’t think that I have a heart to keep on breaking And I shouldn’t keep on hoping Because people can’t tell exactly what you’re thinking We each carry a bundle of shapes in Which we carry our thoughts and Occasionally there’s someone carrying a heart that’s actually beating In the end I’m always left and He knows it’s true I said it’s not that I don’t try It’s that I don’t know what to try to do And maybe I don’t need to keep on hoping Because at least he can tell exactly what I’m thinking I’ve been thinking about shapes and I have everything but a heart to keep on breaking