Listened to this on an anthology--it floored me.

Some hearts get trampled in childhood
Learn when itís rough, time to leave
Some hearts keep getting by
Keep telling lies they believe

Some hearts have rooms made of fiction
Easy to just close the door
Some hearts arenít able to feel
Anything real anymore

They might cry
But donít weep
The world is stained that deep
They run fast and forever
Some hearts
Good times
No joy
Itís so simple to avoid
Real pain, real love
Some hearts

Some hearts wonít give their location
Donít know themselves where they are
Some hearts act in a play
Know what to say
Oh some hearts
Some hearts act in a play
Know what to say
Oh some hearts