Numbing feeling’s dead,
Synthetized broken heart’s to bled,
Without emotion, your heartstring’s played,
Strummed and severed to the tune of a tragic serenade,
(A tragic chorus)
Without emotion, your hearstrings break,
Snapped and severed to the tune of a tragic, sad-cliche.
No love lost,
When all is said and done,
There’s no love lost.
The low cost of loving,
Human frailties and weakness are easy prey,
How your poor heart will bleed.