Hearts bleed all year round,
Whether it is me, him, or you.
Hearts bleed all year round,
And there is nothing we can do.

We bleed because we live,
And that fact is terrifying.
We bleed because we live.
That is better than dying?

We are punished for existing,
As if the curse of life was our request.
We are punished for existing,
Yet told that we are blessed.