I would've opened up my chest,
And gave you my last breath,
If I thought it would have made you stay.
But when I put scalpel to skin,
Cracking open every rib,
I turned to hand my heart to you,
And you had already walked away.
Now I'm left with this bloody mess,
In a room filled with so much emptiness.
Lieing bare for all to see,
Exposed and soon my heart will cease.
Feel my pulse weakening,
Shallow breathing,
And you walk in the room as I take my last breath.
What have you done my love?
How could you be gone my love?
I'd only left the room,
To get you this small gift.
For you see inside this box I've placed my heart.
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