that this heart of mine, nor I will ever
mend.
All this time of being so empty inside.
Not knowing why is the reason I search in darkness of my mind.
Through twisting, twisted thoughts I learn a bitter truth...
the day you left, my heart died
too.

So I’ll bury it, deep within the soil
of this saddened soul of mine and I’ll  water the seed of lost hope with tears
that I’ve shed. I pray with all that may still be left of me, that my dead heart may one day beat
again.