Christian Pham - Second-Hand Heart

You gave me what she left behind,Half a love torn and blind.I wore your pain like a borrowed coat,But it never fit your throat.I don’t want a second-hand heart,One stitched together, torn apart.If I give you my soul, give me yours—Hope, not love left in a bargain cart.You said I was your new life,But you kept her ghost inside.How can I shine when you won’t let go?I deserve more than shadows.I don’t want a second-hand heart,One stitched together, torn apart.If I give you my soul, give me yours—Hope, not love left in a bargain cart.If I’m gonna love, it’s gotta be true,Not a handed-down version of you.I don’t want a second-hand heart,One stitched together, torn apart.If I give you my soul, give me yours—Hope, not love left in a bargain cart.If I give you my soul, give me yours—Hope, not love left in a bargain cart.