With a blade of cold steel
You stand in the corridor of my heart
Another dollar, making yet another deal
To stick in my veins, never be apart
Making a perfect surgical cut
Tearing thick skin apart
Slowly slicing, beyond my glorious gut
Exposing my half-dead heart
Peeking, right into my very core
Amazed by its vulnerable strands
When you are inside, you see so much more
Like the groupies of rock n roll bands
It is beating for no one, just lying still
He wants to hold it, make it his right now
Caress its wounds, but against her will
"Why not" he shouts, his face cringed in a frown
Exposed to his scrutiny, he is scratching even deeper
Scrubbing salt into a half-healed wound
Quickly its shuts close and return to its keeper
Your presence in my life forever doomed
