A web of lies, a knot of pain Its twisted beats, a rhythmic strain.

Beneath the surface, darkness lurks the twisted heart, it never works..

It longs for love, yet pushes it away...
A never-ending game it loves to play.

With every twist, it grows more complex.
The broken pieces it can't fix.

So, it twists and turns, forevermore.
A twisted heart, forever scorned.

Sighs...
what is it good for...
absolutely nothing...