This heart is dead, gone, vanished.
Broken, Played with, Torn apart.
Unfixable, and has no trust.

It hurts to beat constantly,
It hurts to move, it hurts to live.
It hurts to have it at all.

It's only there to keep the soul alive,
It's only there to beat, but it hurts.
Who wants to hurt all their lives?

Forget it, I don't care anymore.
They say they wanna help,
but they only do more harm.

Just leave me alone,
let me deal with it,
I can make it on my own.