My heart is bleeding...
As our love is leaving...
Just before dawn..
Our love is drawn..
Out of my heart it is gone...
My heart is not made of metal..
It is made of glass...
It breaks and scatters in the cold..
My heart and my love has grown old...
I have no time to whimper or whine..
Your love wraps around me like a vine...
Wrapping...
Squeezing..
Taking the life out of me...
I scream for you to come...
Just before i am done...
You stand there with your arms crossed...
In the shadows of your heart....
If it is like an art...
You just smile as I die..
