I'm slowly dying inside. You've ripped your heart from my being, and given it to someone else. Leaving me with this big gaping emptiness, So please .............
May I have my heart back?
I used to live every day, breathing you in. Now, I'm hoping that each exhilation will somehow help in letting you go.. But I'm aching and hurting with futile longing, and I know I'll never have your heart again, so please ...............
May I have my heart back?
Battered and bruised, wearing the scars of rejection...... I don't mind. Before I die, please .......