softly as if i could break

the knife stroke my skin

and teared it like a thread so thin

until my hand starts to shake

i wanted to see what's inside of me

looking where my heart could be

after a crushed lost beat

a new rhythm is need

but everything i found was red

there was no heart inside my body

and i thought i was dead

my hands were so bloody

it was as softly as his skin on mine

i thought the blood could be he

and for a second I felt fine

but when I continued two three

i was back to bleeding empty

it reminded me of art

the art i never saw before

because he broke my kindly heart

i lost the love with more and more

was it my fault that he left?

and killed me as if we were in war

my heart is lost to a theft

i'm afraid i can't find it anymore.