If you were dead or still alive,
living happy or torn apart;
to me, nothing really matters.
You left my body, stole my heart.

The one you lent to me
wouldn't give me blood,
wouldn't dam these thoughts,
couldn't stop this flood.

Thoughts and feelings of you
I figured I had forgot,
Brought back from a poke
That felt more like a shot.

The noiseless beating of a heart
that I knew was never there,
drove my mind so **** apart
trying to find out what is fair

This wooden curse you've given me
will not beat or let me breathe.
I must free my life from you,
with everything that we've been through.
Live my life without a heart.
Let things go back to the start.

I threw it back into nature,
where it should forever be;
In the hopes this borrowed heart
would someday grow into a tree.

And when that tree reaches up
and it grabs hold of the sky,
I'll ******* chop that ***** down,
watch it suffer there and die.