My heart, is filled with blood.
Kind of like yours, but not really
And my heart, is attached to my body
I can't rip it out.
Believe me, I've tried.
You can't get it out.
Even though we both know,
That it would solve our problems.
Pump, pump,
There goes my life.
And yours.
My heart, as it is, is a bottomless pit.
A black corridor.
That appears white.
And no matter where you go, you can not escape it.
It goes on forever.
You would know, you've been stuck here too long
But you can't find a way to leave
Because of duty
Honour
And a misplaced sense of love
My heart, is a cockroach motel.
Where thoughts get stuck in a whirlpool
And the climax is yet to come
It's too bad, you've seen too much
Heard to many of my mismatched lies
It really is a shame.
My heart, is a jack-in-the-box.
Sometimes what's inside,
Doesn't match the outside
And you may be surprised,
When you see what I've got
Trust me, you don't want to know
But you can't let me hide it
Any longer
My heart, is a dark coal oven
Fueling the emotions
That are better left unfelt
Unsaid
Unthought-of
Just like the rest of me
And you see that everyday it kills me
Or it kills you
Maybe a little bit of both
I can't tell anymore
My heart, is working hard
Kind of like yours, but not really
It's not hard to feel it,
The adrenaline rush
Or maybe that's fear
Or hate
I don't know, or maybe not.
Or pure evil
You are always right, after all.
My heart, is filled with blood.
Kind of like yours, but not really
And my heart, is attached to my body
I can't rip it out.
Believe me, I've tried.
You can't get it out.
Even though we both know,
That it would solve our problems.
Pump, pump,
There goes my life.
Blood is thicker than water
I guess it makes us family, after all.
Although if that makes someone family,
We both know I'm screwed.
And you're screwed because of it,
Even though it's not the same
But no one else can tell
Pump, pump,
There goes my life.
And yours.