Heart

My heart is a fist Endlessly clenched in self defence And you never miss Each time you go to strike me one more blow There's no room, no room, for its tired beat There's no room, as the cold climbs in My heart gets no rest Tirelessly trying to let you in And it hurts my chest The push and the pull, the open wound again There's no room, no room, for its tired beat There's no room, as the cold rushes in To every bit of my heart To every bit of my heart To every bit of my heart To every bit of my heart, heart My heart fell apart Recently from bruises you let fall But what's another scar Another mark, when every mark is yours There's no room, no room, for its tired beat There's no room, as the cold rushes in To every bit of my heart To every bit of my heart To every bit of my heart To every bit of my heart

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