A wall he created once, to never let hurt trickle in
Broke a zillion hearts, just to avoid getting hurt within
Made a ton of promises : all that he couldn't keep
and sang to them you're special: just so that they wouldn't leave.
Built their hopes up, and carved their hearts with love
Never to fall in love though, lest he'd fall apart.
Amassed a lot of love for real, only to give it up...
Never felt the pain for real, nothing could pierce the wall..
An empty heart feels no magic at all, nothing rips it apart..
The iron core of void he had was called the Casanova's heart.