Somewhere beneath this skin is a heart
So when I put my hand on my chest
I expect a heart to beat
You're either good or your bad
Kind or your soft
And if your heartless, your chest might no give you that beat, you so desperately want
It gets cold like ice in your stomach
A pain like one you wish you never started
It'll hurt so much; you'll start sharing that pain so much
To fill that heartache you hate so much
So complain as much, keep thinking you mean that much
But when your heart doesn't beat as much
That's the sound of dying
