Your heart beats to tell you you're alive. My heart's beat offers me to die.
How did I get like this? Laying down in the back of a car, crying out with pain every time my heart makes a beat.
Here's the thing we're all made with flaws. But why does mine have to be a messed up heart, when hers is only a crooked nose? Was it a lottery that I just didn't win? Or maybe it was a silent auction and I got out bid. I guess it doesn't matter in the end. Nothing really matters in the end. Cause we all end up dead.
The girl who refused to eat meat is dead. The boy who ate nothing but junk is dead. You'll die and so will I. That's something you can't escape no matter how strong the beat of your heart is.
