I have no heart, just a hole.
Empty and just as black as coal.
Did I ever have a heart?
I think I did, back at the start.
I gave it out to many guys,
Feeling happy like I could fly.
Each one that left, I felt blue.
There was only one thing I could do.
I cut my heart out of my chest.
I felt like that was for the best.
I no longer felt so sad.
But neither did I feel glad.
Then he appeared within my sight.
And filled the empty hole with light.
Bright blue eyes, golden hair.
Once again, I began to care.
He let me finally feel,
That my broken heart could heal.