I want to share with you this piece of my soul.
But I'm afraid of what you'll think of such passion,
I want to let you in. Show you something real.
It's all I have left after you took everything else.
You're holding it guard. Against my own will.
Waiting for the time you can do one of two things.
Either crush it to pieces, wreck my whole life
(well, it's already been wrecked, but smash it to dust),
Or offers your own heart in return and make peace with my soul.
I'm waiting on you. Restless and cold.