I'll survive

I wish to be known, so what? I won’t matter if I’m not, And I still wish to amend my ways somewhat, Even if all my mistakes I forgot. But oh, a heart is just a heart, And mine can’t even beat right on it’s own, Because I’m a romantic, you just have to smile at me right — And I’m yours. A heart is just a heart, Even though my own sings of regret and distress, But oh, it’s not pretty, and there is no magic, Because a heart is just a heart, And it’s raw and disgusting. I sing and I am too soon out of breath, My cheeks already covered in pink dusting, Because I’m a romantic and you have just smiled at me. But oh, a heart is just a heart, And mine is devoid of any love. I’m just fucked in the head and so very lonely, And you’re oh so very lovely And I’m filled with regret. So I fill pages with words About corpses and worms And strange urges I’m bound to forget. And I look at you, and I don’t even want you, My heart doesn’t sing, my head doesn’t spin, But you smiled at me and were ever so kind. And, well, a heart is just a heart. It seems that yours is bound to be broken by me.