It’s been carved into hearts, not written in stone, with rusty nails to make sure.
To poison the blood, to hurt as much as possible.
I’m out of hope, but I’m still here.
There’s something wrong. Major wrong.
I should have left, I should be gone.
I’m out of hope, I should be gone.
A heavy heart is in my mouth.
A heavy heart that needs to rest.
Who needs a break from everything.