For you,
I'll knead my heart.

For you,
I'll mend it back.

For you,
In its chambers you'll reside.

For you,
It'll always be the tool.

For you,
It'll always be a fool.

For you,
It'd break again.

For you,
It'll cry in vain.

For you,
It'll shatter my brain

When you leave yet again,
It won't say Amen.

Instead,
It will lock itself in chains.
Drain in pain.
Won't abstain.
From the migraines.

For you.

You've owned my membrane.
From what remains.