Here is my heart.
Take it,
You wanted it so much.
I hope I never see it again,
Because all it ever causes me
Is grief.

It's not like I deserved any of it.
All I do is hope,
All I do is dream.
I'd be better off without any of it.

It's all because of that beating mass.
Take it.
Do with it as you will.
I'll get used to being a tin man.