My heart no longer felt as if it belonged to me. It now felt as it had been stolen, torn from my chest by someone who wanted no part of it.

She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged, and ground no longer.

Time machine to the past
Step back a few years
Old feelings, like Lazarus
Suddenly reappear.

It's your song on the radio
And it's your hand in mine
As this wave crashes over me
Our stars again come unaligned.

I am sleeping with unreciprocated love, while the arms of hope wrap around me.

...and her dreams that didn't happen, that couldn't have happened because she'd pinned them on somebody too broken and unattainable to love her back.

My heart is sair-I dare na tell,
My heart is sair for Somebody.