The idle beat of my heart
causes a mere irk within.
The idea of utter loneliness
is where it will all begin.
The man you used to know
isn't the man you may see.
The love he once possessed
is gone, it wasn't meant to be.
And now as I sit and ponder
on this unimaginable thought,
All I can do is wonder why
our love is like a wrought.
The idle beat of my heart
Causes a mere irk within.
The idea of utter loneliness
is where it will all begin.
