Putting a hand to my cheek,
The only place your lips dared to kiss,
I think of your heart on her sleeve;
And I, you no longer miss.

My own heart screaming innocence
While you make love to her;
Not a trace left of what we could've been
Or of what we once were.

Your heart once worn on your sleeve
Relocated to hers now instead;
And I simply wonder if to lose your love
Is to allow your soul to be dead.