Can I have my heart back now?…You’ve had it for so long.
It’s just about to wither and die…to keep it would be wrong.
You’re finished with it I can tell…don’t want to ask but I must.
It’s those pieces laying here and there…the ones covered in dust.
There’s no need to keep it…there’s not another thing you can do.
You are done and it is finished…to you it is of no use.
I’ll go on and you move on…we’ll pretend we never knew.
Unhand the pieces to my heart…they no longer belong to you.
Just a flash of memory past…