Time Beats On
Cut your bleeding heart out,
And place it on the ground,
For all those to look,
Deceiving those around,
Lock your bleeding heart in a box,
And give it to those in need,
Hold back all of the tears,
Block out all of the debree,
But does your bleeding heart deserve to be protected?
Given and taken from the wrong,
The wrong notes and words,
That now make up your love song,
Shatter your dreams with your bleeding heart,
Prove the innocent of their hate,
Fall to your knees and expire,
As hopelessness always indicates,
Stay up late with your bleeding heart,
And discover the truths of your veins,
The blood is soon to run dry,
Bringing back all of your pains,
Your bleeding heart cries for my blood,
But you’ve already given it all away,
Wasted it all of the wrong,
Causing panic and then decay,
You begin to hate your bleeding heart,
The innocent can’t renew your soil,
It’s Your veins, Your soul,
That are running out of oil,
Cut your bleeding heart out,
And lock it in a box,
Listen to every single beat,
With it, you’ll never be lost
Copyright © Jennifer Walker | Year Posted 2007
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