I don't have a heart,
my heart is token,
in million pieces broken.
There are no words,
but silence.

I'll listen with eyes closed,
hearing the sound of your voice,
it's been my choice.
Every sentence comes from your soul,
and I won't speak,
without a sence of critique.

Closing the love, turn to cold,
every feeling ain't a feeling,
it's the love turned to cold.
Hurt me, make me bleed,
turn a knife in me and
watch me bleed.

Don't feel a thing except the cold,
you can care but I won't feel,
you can scream but I won't listen,
you can give me your heart but I won't see,

I just have closed my heart.