Bleeding heart.
Ruptured by rusted steel shards,
no sutures to sew it up.
A guitarist strumming the veins,
head banging to pain.
Bleeding heart.
Help those that refuse to help her.
Motivate the earth to spin on its axis,
while she stays stagnant and drowns in
success's absence.
Watch excellence break through the walls
of resistance, as she is cast n the
shadow of doubt.
Feed them determination while starving
for redemption.
she is struggling to stop time and enjoy
the very second of a single breath.
Bleeding heart.
For others it all eventually comes together.
Standing in a state of grandeur,
bathing in gold.
Bleeding heart gives all and expects
nothing in return.
She's a charity case. Taking in those
who've been misplaced, thrown away, and
disgraced.
She tries to help the world but
continuously destroys herself.
Call me a bleeding heart...
It's what I've been since the start.
