I wear my heart on my sleeve,
And that's not the best place for it to be.
It gets punched and sliced,
And not treated very nice.
Out there for the whole world to see,
But I don't know to be anyone but me.
Sometimes I wish my veins flowed with ice,
But my heart is tender and I can't help being nice.
You say, "Toughen up and be the man you should be."
But my sensitivity makes me more of a man, you see.