Bleeding Hope

Some nights... I want to cut out my heart because it sounds so sad beating all by itself. _One rhythm of two, echoing only loneliness, again._

Then I start to think, maybe i ought to drink... until my tears fall, in to my alcohol.

Yet, since I'm a son of Valentine, I should soon find some peace of mind.

Who knows what's to come, never a normal day tomorrow. I'm a modern tragic romantic, pierced through by cupids arrow.