How could you hold my heart upon your hand
And look into what I have always been
How could you watch my heart pump with every beat
And close your palm, crushing me to pieces

How could you look upon my dying face
And believe that it has always been your place
To decide at once my undenying fate
And close your palm, crushing me to pieces

I do not exist solely upon this earth
To be unfailingly beneath your feet; the dirt
How could you act, how could you have the nerve?
*To close your palm, crushing me to pieces