There are blows that keep coming down on my heart
They stagger and bruise and tear it apart
I wish I could catch them and force them to cease
And then maybe I could at last find some peace
Instead my heart is covered in sores
Concave painful spots that grow evermore
Stop! Stop! I can take this no more
With these blows the flesh of my heart was torn
These spots, these sores, like craters of the moon
They scar and they show the deep painful wounds
They turn your heart into what feels like cold stone
They make you feel like you’re all alone