Right in the middle of my chest is my heart. It's beating. Since the day I was born. Since the day I met you.

Sometimes you are happy, so I can hear my heart beating in my chest. It wants to break through. It wants you to hear it. It wants you to see it.

Sometimes you are sad, so I can hear my heart beating in my chest. It wants to break through. It wants you to feel loved. It wants you to feel happy.

Sometimes you don't know the way, so I can hear my heart beating in my chest. It wants to break through. It wants to guide you. It wants to be your light.

But you don't care.
You use my heart and beat it up.
You use my heart and leave it.
You use my heart and break it.
You use my heart until it's bleeding, so I can't hear my heart beating in my chest.
It's beating so low.

Am I alive anymore?

Time is ticking
Time is fleeting
But most of all
My heart is beating

If our heart is the strongest muscle
Then why does it break so easily?

The strongest ***** has open wounds.
It's dripping with pain.

Once again
It's broken and bruised.

Our acidic love is burning.
Through the flesh
Im screaming in pain

Every scar of the past
Is ripping with regret

There's poison in my veins.
The antidotes missing

My hearts beating the blame
And pumping out shame

The ache,
The pain,
The hurt,
Is just another
Toxic mistake
Ruthlessly destroying my heart

Is violence
the intention
and action
to harm other people?

Is the target of violence
joyful and happy?
Ask someone who's been robbed at knifepoint?
Ask a wife who’s being bashed by her husband?
Ask a child who’s being beaten-up by a bully?

Is the doer of violence
joyful and happy?
Ask a person barking toxic speech?
Ask a mother who’s beating her child?
Ask a robber confined in prison for many years?

A feeling
Stirring
Beating
Buh-boom buh-boom

A dance
Partners
Warming
One two one two