Can you see me,
Can you feel my heart beat,
Am I living,
Was I meant to be free.
Where do all the broken hearts go,
When our blood begins to flow,
Eventually pouring out for all to know,
This knife in me isn't just for show.
So stitch up this hole in me,
Tell me that I am free,
Begin again, or is this the end,
Am I no longer able to bend.
When it beats,
It beats for you,
My bleeding heart,
Dying without you.