You've got my heart in your hands. What you do with it is your choice, but I don't think you even realise. I've given you my heart, my everything to you - and you still don't notice. If you do, I guess you just don't care. Well guess what - it's not doing that much for me anyway. So go ahead. Throw my heart onto the ground, underneath your shoe. Put all of the anger and sadness I've projected onto you for all this time and crush my heart. Don't stop until it's in tiny little pieces, embedded in the cement. I don't want it, you don't either. Let's give it back to the Earth, where it came from. Maybe it'll be more appreciated in Hell, that's where I belong.