G              D                 G           Bm       
The heart is a funny thing with a mind all its own 
   C              Bm           A7          D  
It withers like a garden left untended and alone 
        G                                 C  
And the thorns of loneliness invade and destroy what they can't steal 
           D        D7            G   G+  Am  D7 
So easy to hurt but oh so hard to heal