The second voice whispers
You're the heart
Stabbed with love.
Love that gives you pain
Love that let you well.
Though it gives
A percent of happiness
Who's gonna want that
One percent?
You?
Or your love?
Free your heart.
Else lock it tight.
Next time
When you get Stabbed
Make sure that
You've got nothing left
To feel
For every beat.
Did you just speak
I asked my heart.
