Hearts stopped
repeatedly
Loves run out
Constantly
Hourglasses been shattered
She's stuck in a moment
A moment of promises
Broken
A moment of love
Burned and boiled down
To hatred
Never to heal the wound
Because its 3rd degree
And there's no graph to replace
What shouldnt have been lost
In the first place.
Her heart's an open wound
Always at risk of infection
Sensitive to the surrounding
World of anger and deception
But she doesn't feel anything now
Her hearts numb to any pain
Since the hatreds burned so deep
And it will never be the same
