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.