"Ouch!", cries this mutilated heart,
As it aches and bleeds with a shriek,
Sheds silent tears, trapped in a closet,
And fights to breathe, an exit it seeks;
Hurting itself, it screams for no reason,
Like a bird caged, finds nowhere to run,
It tends to forget that this is it's destiny,
To die every moment, till the life is done;
"Oh! Sweetheart, come back", it wishes,
You've helped it beat, then had it ripped,
So please do me a favor one last time,
Hold the gun, pull the trigger, fire and hit!
