There are thousands of hearts, and mine is one of those,
There are thousands of pain and all have been living in my bones.
There are oceans roaring undefined hurts, that its water were brimming in dirt and blackness.
And it have always been waving inside my falling soul.
There are ashes beneath my flesh, and all of them grew comprising,
the stones they formed their selves into keeps knocking down my walls.
From the inside I have been breaking,
My entirety does weep, and knowledge I no longer have for I've been paving through, my grave.
And only the stars will witness how this lips parted to whimper,
Only the night sky, the wintry breeze and the trees among the city.
Can watch how my heart flew out my chest and burst into pieces.
There are millions of hearts, and mine won't be beating anymore
There are millions of pain and mine will no longer live.
For my bones and flesh will rot away and my soul will be bearing wings.
"Goodbye..."