If I could teach another organ to pump blood,
I’d rip my heart straight out of my chest.
Drop it into a river
Watch everything I hid it,
Gentely dilute and flow into oblivion.
I’d wash the blood off my chest
Close it up for the last time.
Clean my hands
And dress myself completely in silver and white.
Touch my left breast
And listen to the silence.
Surrender rhythm for freedom.
Sacrifice for love one last time.
I’d let it go.
Let it all go.
I’d finally have the liberty
To find my freedom
Without everything inside me breaking.
I’d stop breaking.
I’d never fall in love again;
But I’d never fall again.
I’d still be depressed
But this time, I’d know why.
If I ripped my heart out of my chest,
I’d never love again.
I’d be left with only the memory of love.
The pain and the beauty
The madness and the illusion.
I’d watch the hands of God
Stretch out over the horizon,
Gently orchestrating the sunrise
And the magic she has to offer us,
Be immersed by all that majesty
And I’d just watch.