I closed my eyes, sought some rest
and placed my hand beneath my chest
The exact place where my heart lies
The exact place where I hear the cries
It's beating sound was so deafening
I can feel every beat on my skin
This heart has gotten so heavy and weary
From all the burdens it has to carry
Its irregular palpitations feel so scary
But for this heart I feel so sorry
If only I can take a scalpel and trace a hole
to take my heart out and leave my soul
If only I can temporarily stop its beating
and wait for the pain to take its fleeting
Nothing can be done but endure the pain now
This show will soon meet its traditional bow
Pardon me, my poor, fragile heart
Maybe we just need some time apart.