I think my heart, tho broken an wretched, beats true to its self, and no one can connect.

|_--{My Heart}--_|
My heart is broken, and in that is pain.
My heart is molded, from all of this rage.
My heart feels nothing, but pain in its core.
My heart feels passion, in the light of your arms.
My heart lets me see, whats really in front.
My heart lets me pass, the bumps in the road.
My heart allows love, even when its not accepted.
My heart allows love, even when its not wanted.