The heart is weak now, It's shameful of seeing your face
It's screaming out loud, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME? DON'T YOU THINK I NEED A REST TOO?"
The smokes and flames bursting out through its pores shows the horrible mid-condition that the heart was in
It's poor soul trying to express its feelings with the gasp of its last breathe
So weak now, so feeble now, so alone now, so rejected now
Why have you treated me so badly, the heart was humbly and meekly portraying
As I take my mandatory and needful rest now I want no goodbyes, and no "I should have treated my heart with love and tender cares"
I just want to be alone now as I bleed and melt up to the point of my last breathe and then will you see and feel me no longer