She bought me for a used-up rhyme

And sold me for a silver dime.

But I still dream of the Scavenger of Hearts.

I met her on my way back home,

And from that day, alone I roam,

Searching for the Scavenger of Hearts.

An illness creeps through my beautiful heart,

Clawing deep, beat by beat.

She’s graceful, like a work of art.

Her absence tears my frantic mind apart.

An illness creeps through my beautiful heart,

Clawing deep, beat by beat.

She’s graceful, like a work of art.

Every little thing, every little thing falls apart.

Every step, every hit that she takes

Has taken its toll on her soul—she can’t hit the brakes.

I miss the time when we were wild and free,

Like the song she sang to me.

All I hear now is a twisted little symphony.

Every wretched note and childish rhyme is haunting me.

It’s all lies, a fake memory,

Like the song she sang to me.

An illness creeps through my beautiful heart,

Clawing deep, beat by beat.

She’s graceful, like a work of art.

Her absence tears my frantic mind apart.

An illness creeps through my beautiful heart,

Clawing deep, beat by beat.

She’s graceful, like a work of art.

Every little thing, every little thing falls apart.