My heart, why are you aching?
Why are you hurting me this way?
I feel depressed, can you tell me why?
Do you even know?
I think you do,
but neither of us can make it right.

I want to cry,
and you're telling me I should,
but my eyes, our eyes, won't listen,
they won't make the tears come.
Why, eyes, won't you let the tears come?
Why, heart, do you keep aching?
My chest, it hurts so much, makes me hate you,
my heart.
It makes me want you gone.

And the tears still won't come...