If I could make my heart beat again,
It would be for you.
If I ever could change the way the story goes,
I would rewrite it for you.
But my heart would still beat,
With a small lingering heat.
The day will run red,
And I will remember my own solitude.
The body will crumble and crack.
For the feelings it lack.
But only you will know my love,
Who I sought,
And what I fought.
Heart ache and flowers in decay,
On this lonely valentine's day.