You say I’m yours
And that our beating hearts are meant to be
But the truth is, they’re not
I belong to nobody.

My existence is not for you
It’s for the Seven Seas,
And for the Moon that glows

My heart isn’t meant for a single soul
It’s for the Earth to consume
And for the Sun to warm

My decaying bones won’t be for you to woe
They’ll be for the wind to blow,
And for the Trees to grow.