• I'm alone again in this bed
    and I wish I were dead.
    I can't find my heart, I can't find my head.
    Where is my heart?
    They said it wasn't far.

    I tried to find my heart.
    Dug deeper into the flesh,
    But I found nothing left.
    Just a deflated, red balloon.
    Amongst all the wounds.

    This might be the end.
    Fiend, fiend, fiend,
    Why do you question my only friend?
    "This shouldn't be, shouldn't be."
    No, this is not the end.
    Not the end.
    The end.