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 finger tips
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
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 finger tips
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