I ripped my heart out so I could stop feeling.
But it never stopped beating.
Now I have a heart in my hands and a hole
In my chest.
And a great stain of hurt all throughout.

I ripped my heart out so I could stop feeling.
But it never stopped bleeding.
Now I have a pain that is left and a space not for healing.
And tears that drip off my face sealing.

I ripped my heart out so I could stop loving.
But it never stopped loving you.
Now I have a painful heart and a painful start.
Hoping that I get over you at last.