She is my heartbeat, and lately my hearts skipping beats.
I missing beats like artist miss drop dates.
Im missing her like she was gone to the pearly gates,
But she just a phone call away, a phone call that's not answered on any day.
I try to mask my emotions, but they refuse any longer to stay at bay,
they've decided they rather set to sessions, cast away to find our heartbeat.
And I myself have to decided to do what's necessary to have her back next to me and not an ex to me,
cause forget the next one if its not her, no one shall stand next to me.
I left her alone, but she left me torn down the middle like disgarded paper.
My lines are messed up like a messed up taper.
She is, was, and will forever be my heartbeat,
and just hear it again Ill go through hell and back,
pick and eat up scraps just for her love again to have back.
And all the time people talk,
people talk about all the fish in the sea but I ain't right for them fish and neither are they for me.
My pain is masked like halloween.
So no matter what I step out in you don't really know me.
But she does, from the outline of my shadow to the inside of my heart she knows me from the start.
I wish we would have never had to part, but I pray we get another start, Im dead right now you are the beat of my heart.