This heart of mine,
it's been through more than I ever imagined.
I never knew that growing up meant that I was preparing myself for war.
I feel like every bullet has been fired,
I've been shot a thousand times.
But every time I think that,
another round comes my way.
I feel like I've died and been revived,
over and over and over again.
I feel like this is my last battle.
If I lose this time,
my chances of being revived are very thin.
This heart of mine is just too tired to fight anymore.