Sara Bredemeyer Hearts Of Gold
I'm getting tired at being nice
I'm getting sick of being optimistic
Now you have fooled me twice
I'm becoming a statistic
I don't know how to leave behind
My tendency to be unrealistic
Is wearing my heart on my sleeve
Just a little masochistic?
For hearts of gold are heavy
And hollow ones are not
Empathy will drown your heart
And apathy will drown it out
Hearts of gold are heavy
And hollow ones are not
Empathy will drown your heart
And apathy will drown it out
I'm getting tired of being meek
I'd like a go at being narcissistic
So I don't feel weak
For trying to be altruistic
We've seen this all before, a few times
It's starting to look fatalistic
Why else would I come back for more?
And you must be a little bit sadistic
For hearts of gold are heavy
And hollow ones are not
Empathy will drown your heart
And apathy will drown it out
Hearts of gold are heavy
And hollow ones are not
Empathy will drown your heart
And apathy will drown it out
I thought I'd be jaded
Forever the last time I got hurt
But still I built unrealistic expectations
From the same bricks that fell down before
It didn't work this time either
I don't know what I expected
What does it even mean to be connected?
For hearts of gold are heavy
And hollow ones are not
Empathy will drown your heart
And apathy will drown it out
I'll drown it out