softly as if i could break
the knife stroke my skin
and teared it like a thread so thin
until my hand starts to shake
i wanted to see what's inside of me
looking where my heart could be
after a crushed lost beat
a new rhythm is need
but everything i found was red
there was no heart inside my body
and i thought i was dead
my hands were so bloody
it was as softly as his skin on mine
i thought the blood could be he
and for a second I felt fine
but when I continued two three
i was back to bleeding empty
it reminded me of art
the art i never saw before
because he broke my kindly heart
i lost the love with more and more
was it my fault that he left?
and killed me as if we were in war
my heart is lost to a theft
i'm afraid i can't find it anymore.