Your soulless heart beats faster than mine..  Are you sure I'm alive?  Continuous repetitions of blood coursing through your veins, but its cold.  

Where is your passion?  Where is your warmth?

Where are you my love?  Your love is empty, fake.  How did I become wrapped up in your lonely?  Your fearful dread?

No more warm hands on my hips, no more love lacing my lips.  Your roses have thorns, they nip and they bite.  

Your lies are endless and wide.  Forever your soulless heart beats, mine long been silent.  Are you sure I'm alive?