My heart beats slow, a timid drum,
Since the day you left, and my world came undone.
You took my heart, my soul in your hands,
Leaving me wandering in desolate lands.
A walking corpse, I drift through the days,
Lost in a fog, a heartbroken haze.
The rhythm of life now barely a whisper,
Without you, the world's lost its luster.
Yet even in this, I hold on to a thread,
A hope that this heart will mend, not be dead.
For life must go on, and so must I,
With each slow beat, I'll try not to cry.
