Hand on my chest
Am I supposed to feel a pulse
Am I supposed to feel something
I\'m scared
I don\'t think
My Heart
Is in there
I\'ve been robbed
Deep planned
Strongly in love I felt
There was a lot of blood
There was a lot of tears
While she ripped
My Heart
Out of my chest
I\'m not getting enough oxygen to my brain
I think I\'m going insane
Writing down words
Trying to explain the pain
Without a trace
She left me right there
In a puddle
Mix with tears and blood
To die
But
Why
No
The question is what did she need
My Heart
For