People are always doodling hearts
But hearts, tear me apart
They lead us slowly to our death
Leave us void with nothing left
Make us cry make us scream,
Break our souls break our dreams
Yet every time we promptly react
Losing ourselves, overruling facts.
Hearts are mortal
There's no doubt
Blood goes in, and
Blood goes out.
Our broken hearts believe this until,
Love takes over, and we lose our will.