It's hollow inside
Surprised it hasn't died
Every breath echoes with the tide
Shattered from all the lies

Empty and lonely
But produces love madly
Pumps so slowly
This heart now feels coldly

The fear and panic of the final destruction
This heart was broken then weakly constructed
Life began with instruction
It is too sensitive, too weak, a failure to handle emotion

So I sit in the sky waiting for that moment
When my sins I must admit
But this heart is too late for atonement