What heart has ever not been broken,
what soul has never sought and lost itself in pain?

And yet, to hold your broken heart and try to heal it
I’d pawn my soul and wander quite insane

I know my steps could circle
without purpose
one hundred years on earth and sky in vain
but I am the product of
a chip upon my shoulder; it boldly tells me
that I am the one your heart and soul could save