Heart
I hope when my heart beats for the last time it explodes
And takes with it anything that has ever held me down
It’d be fast and bloody and affective
So when I’m gone and they have to fill in my empty chest
Hopefully they’ll understand that it was for a good cause
But in the end they’ll never understand they can’t I’ll rest
So when I’m laying in the ground and debating it all
Will my head explode and poison the ground
Leave it marred with my last ideas of hope
So when they can’t explain the hole in my head
I hope they’ll take the time to try and reflect
It won’t matter to me I’ll be gone…I’ll be dead
So here’s the story of how I tricked the world
Made them all think that I was gone forever
I’ll leave a stain I’m leaving my mark
So think it over and tell me how to get back to the start
Maybe I’ll cut off my hands and sew them to my heart
Cause maybe then they’ll understand everything that I can’t explain
Stitch them on and hope that the wound doesn’t become infected
When they ask themselves of this mutilation
They won’t realize that it wasn’t for them
It was for every moment of devastation
When my eyes are bleeding from their tearless sockets
I’ll be burning with them and feeling so reckless
I’ll put the last feelings to the test
And hold them on trial to be viewed by the masses
They’ll laugh and jeer leaving only hollow memories
I’ll buy a gun run to the hills maybe go to Texas
When my legs are lost from running from the world
They’ll find there way home and never be disturbed
Until they’re forced to look at themselves
So when they open my casket and see that I’m not all there
Will they try to find some meaning why
Or will they fill it back in…will they even care?
