Heart Strings

I hope you remembered me Since I've been gone I'm sorry for leaving you so long I don't want to be a box of toys Waiting to be sold While you forget me And start growing old Oh these heart strings You plucked and you played Are worn out and ready to break Oh these heart strings You strummed and you strained Once sung you softly Play me again Though I'm a pile of old papers Torn up and ripped My print will still linger On your fingertips And maybe I'm history Yesterday's news But please don't neglect me Like a dress you outgrew Oh these heart strings You plucked and you played Are worn out and ready to break Oh these heart strings You strummed and you strained Will snap before you play them again