My heart is chopped up like someone suicidal,
maybe I'm homicidal.
NO!  Those cuts never hurt,
instead they incited the inert.
Completely numb, confused and alone.

Was I born with a rotten heart?
Or did I never have one like a piece of art?
Could this be a cruel joke?
Will I join the '27 Club' as someone spoke?
Well I'm part of a black art.

You won't see me die,
not today, not tomorrow, not ever...
but you will see me cry forever.
I will fall apart,
all for you.