You have my heart.
I don't when, who, why or how, it was a Thursday; it was through the phone, a mysterious one, whose voice captured my want, took over my senses and relieved my soul of its one and only heart.
Beat, drum, beat, pulsating, beat, beat, beat of that heart.
It's not my heart; it's no longer my heart.
Beat, drum, beat, pulsating, beat, beat, beat of your heart.
It's not my heart; it's now your one and only heart.
It's inside somewhere hidden from me, collected by you. I don't know how I'm living on without it and yet somehow my zombie lives on.
Through pain, through apathy, at the intersection of Heaven and Hell, through time's window and limited existence, you took my heart.
And because you had no heart.
Beat, drum, pulsating, beat, beat, beat of a heart.
It's not our heart, it's no longer our living beating, and love filled everlasting heart.
Where the river meets us, and the sea greets us, we realize our mistakes.
We have no hearts, no glory, nor passion; we are left filled only with shame.
Beat, drum, pulsating, beat, beat, beat of their hearts.
They are silent expect for the beat, beat, beat of their hearts.
Their human and agony blood filled and brave, centered and reasoned soul capsuled hearts.