Now, every time I look at you all I see
is a wild heart and a man that only
I won't be sacrificed by a soul
made of lies and chocolate eyes.
You kept coming and leaving,
so I mastered the art of letting you go.
I'm just a girl with pacific eyes,
a silver tongue and a wandering mind.
Sorry, but you'll have to find
another heart to break.
Because this pulsing thing in my chest,
hidden behind my ribs beats for me alone,
not for a man who tells me that I'm
beautiful while he rips out
pieces of my soul.