Some nights…
I want to cut out my heart because it sounds so sad beating all by itself.
One rhythm of two, echoing only loneliness, again.

Then I start to think, maybe i ought to drink…
until my tears fall, in to my alcohol.

Yet, since I’m a son of Valentine,
I should soon find some peace of mind.

Who knows what’s to come, never a normal day tomorrow.
I’m a modern tragic romantic, pierced through by cupids arrow.