Burn my heart,
If it means nothing to you.
Cause we both know,
It means nothing to me.
For my heart is lost,
To a world that fades.
Just take my apologies,
And give me some space.
It might be broken,
It might be cut.
For all we know,
It might even be whole.
What does it matter?
My heart is not yours.
It ain't mine either.
Somewhere on a floor,
It lays asunder.
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