Jar of Hearts

Christina Perri - Jar of Hearts Official Video

I love this song. I love the lyrics. I love the meanings behind those words. 


Some people you met along the way greeted you and you both became more than just a stranger, perhaps a good friend, perhaps a hi-bye someone, perhaps a buddy / pal or perhaps a lover.

And some people left, with just mere words, leaving scars that lived for far more than ages.

Some wounds may be temporary in nature, while some just stay as an open wound with no cure of medication. Some took a longer time to be disinfected, to transform into a clean, dry wound.

Eventually, scars become visible. Some stay only for a period of time and disappear, while some scars that are so vivid stay right at the same spot and the pain suffered remained rooted to your heart, and tormented your entire life.

Evidences of such pain reveal themselves when you suddenly chanced upon the culprits, or when you start daydreaming, or when flashes of thoughts come attacking your mind when you are in an enclosed room alone, or simply when you are asleep, having nightmares with them in the series of events. 


Not lamenting doesn't mean you no longer remember.
Not disclosing to others doesn't mean you no longer feel hurt.
Because it has become an in-built kinda feeling that only you will understand, that only you are able to control, able to confront it.

So who do they think they are, running round leaving scars?
Coming as and when they like, leaving as and when they want.
And if you all left in the first place, why do you all just keep coming back to haunt me?
Here i have, no more belongings that are of yours, but why do you all came back to seem to find something that you all have lost.
I don't have it with me, so stop coming back as and when you wished.

I may feel indignant, but I diffuse those anger.
Because for all those who left, it was your loss, not mine.
And all those who stayed, thank you for completing my life, giving me the strength to carry on, numbing all the pains from the scars. 


I wish for a good sleep with no more jigsaws of dreams that have them in it.
I just need a good, undisturbed sleep.
I don't wish to cry in sleep or wake up the next day, tearing.
Nightmares please, make yourself scarce I plead.