• There are locks on my heart,
    The chains thick with rust,
    But they don't fall apart,
    And the keys are lost.

    Many have tried to take them off,
    but added more instead.
    Their love was just a knock-off,
    And I was just an air-head.

    I stare longingly at the gun on my bed,
    But I can't bring myself to do it,
    Can't shoot myself through the head,
    So I wait and fade away, bit by bit.

    Nobody can save me now,
    Friends are long gone,
    My sorrow is as far as it can go,
    I've been crying until dawn.