Your Heart

Somewhere past the hills,
Where everything’s lost it’s thrill
I found a black mass,
I found a black mass
And I called it; your heart

Enough with the attitude,
I’ve had enough of you
You won’t get a thing from me,
Apart from my pity.
I really hope you do well,
But as far as I can tell
You’re going nowhere;
You’ll end up nowhere.
So go on and get away,
You’re long past your stay
You’ve got nothing here;
I won’t even shed a tear
You can stop batting those eyes;
I can read all your lies
You’ve got no one fooled,
No ones being fooled.

Enough with the attitude,
I’ve had enough of you
I’ve seen past the hills,
I’ve gotten over the thrill
Please close those thighs
And stop batting those eyes
I’ve found a black mass.
I found a black mass
And I recognized it as your heart.