This dead beat heart,
lying on the floor...

As dust so easily can be wiped away,
a flower can be plucked from the ground...

Running around the room playing with toys
I pick up my favorite toy gun...

I can promise you many things
Flowers, cards and candy...

Love, hate, miss, forget,
so many feelings inside...

As I sit, staring out the window
Tears start to fall down my face...

A pocket full of rocks
An eye full of tears...

Before we go any longer like this
I have a few things to get off my chest...

I sit and write this letter to you
About the life that should have been...

Another day of school and therapy
Coming back to a place called "home&quot...

With a heart barely beating,
you have come to my rescue...

Thoughts are storming in,
failure is written in my eyes...