You take me for granted, you make me look bad
Come home drunk and tell me about men you've had
You tell me you hate me, than beg for my touch
You never forget me, I promise that much
I've been keeping a diary, every time that you walked out on me
Every time you left me sat alone, every time that I waited patiently
I steal the hunts-mans knife, caress it through my chest
I give you all my live when I give you my heart in a box, when I give you my heart in a box (You'll be sorry baby)

The postman comes knocking, you answer the door
A scene from a novel, about to Crimean war
You translate my letter with trembling eyes
You open the casket and moan at the sight
I've been keeping a diary, every time that you walked out on me
Every time that you left me sat alone, every time that I waited patiently
I steal the hunts-mans knife, caress it through my chest
I give you all my live when I give you my heart in a box, when I give you my heart in a box
You'll be sorry when you get my heart in a box, box
You'll be sorry when I give you my heart in a box, box, box, my heart in a box