What is this feeling..?
I am dying slowly & my heart is doing the killing.
This happened more than once, so my heart is
a killer that is serial.

I need protection by an imperial... army
A safe guard from a heart that is trying to harm me.
Always skipping beats, but never missing
the chance to beat me.

Pounding on my chest like I owe it money...
Just like a little Stewie, "where is the cash at,"
"How much did you pay for that fake mustache?"

A one way love in disguise.
Give my heart away, but I don't receive one back.
My heart repent for "my sins"; my own foolishness
got me in this.

The reason why my lips are chapped, cause of all the
good-bye kisses... The reason I stayed soaked
from all the game my beloveds was spitting.
Bruised by all the lies I was getting; torn by all my
potential lovers splitting.

Leaving me at a stand still...
My heart telling me this is not living.
So far gone, that I stay trippin'
An imitation of life can be a given...

From a heart-ache...
From a heart that gives, while love takes
All of loves' fakery can bring out the heart's wrath...
A good one can go bad...

An imitation of life can start just like that...
A mockery of love in shackles...
Nothing to do but to live with the scars of love battles...
And to die with the beating of your own heart's attack...