Desperately trying to make things worse

Why the heart can’t be ripped out of the chest?

Why it is supposed to feel things it shouldn’t feel?

Give me something otherwise I die,

Give me a dagger and I cut it out of my ribs.

Cage it somewhere where no one can bother it,

You shouldn’t be here with me,

Can’t you feel my senses feel nothing?

In vain had I cherished a dream about true love.

My brain has let my heart to take control,

Named it the leader of my life,

It made a mistake which cannot be forgiven.

I’m desperately trying to make things worse,

So in the end I will not feel anything,

Not even my squeezed heart in my tight chest,

Feels like someone wrings it when I am alone.

I’m just a shadow of who I was,

He came and I fell,

I can’t explain why I did it to myself.

But one thing is for sure:

He left more inhibitions that I had before;

The fear.

Give me a needle and I pierce it right through my breast,

Give me a reason, a sign to believe.

Give me a new heart and I probably

ruin it.