My heart
Literally broke apart
Please call the tailor
Tell him to sew it
As it was torn due to that traitor
So tell the tailor to knit

Let him cut the pain
Once and for all
Like how he cuts the thread
which doesn't go into the needle, in vain
My heart has a dark hole
Tell him to sew it before it moves to my head
Call the tailor please
For this wound really does hurt
A doctor cannot cure me
But, the tailor could in ease
Stitch it off like he stitches a shirt
Tell him to come, it's almost time for tea

Why doesn't he come?
If he did not, I'm gonna be far away
But, I don't care, as I'll be my tailor, Mom
And I'll save my own life today
I'll stitch my wounds that give me zounds

I'll stitch that hole of sorrow
Which will never again seem hollow
And I know that I'm a tailor
A really good one; you too could be so
Go to your broken heart like a trooper, a sailor
Get the thread and the needle together
And sew, sew, sew
Sew those wounds of pain in your heart
Create a tattoo from threads like an art
You are a tailor but also the same happy you
Because you are a tailor and that is true