I'm awake under the bright surgery lights.
Feeling the knife take its every slice.
Yes, this is how it feels to have your heart cut open.
Yes, this is what I felt when you left.

The wound is never fully healed.
It bleeds every time I think of you.
I can only survive for so long at this rate.
Please come and return that which you did take.
For part of me was entrusted with you.
Once you were gone, I was gone too.