I'm just a collector of lonely hearts.
I'll use you as a pawn in my lifelong work of art
I gave you a chance to run, warned you of the consequence,
but you took the chance, discarded every form of defense.

The scores came up in favor of me. Now you're broken, I just left you there to bleed.
It hurts to watch you suffer on my behalf.
My apology will be on my epitaph.


Know I would try my best to fix you if I could.
But when they programmed my heart they were misunderstood.
My sense of direction leads my head to my hands
As I constantly jump in hopes I don't land.

So excuse my heart for not beating right.
Excuse my eyes for not seeing your light.  
Forgive my senses when they lead me astray
But here in your arms, I can never stay.