You promised to bid that heart
a love-a life,

but all it gained
are woes and lies
instead.

So
if you can't keep up
your promises,
and pay that heart its dues,
why don't you
give one last lie?
Say:
I love you

I'm leaving
my heart
is totally yours
hasn't it always been?
Why would I confuse it?
Why would I live
the illusion
that it'll one day
be mine again?
Keep it,
take care of it,
nourish it with your breath
until death
my heart shall be yours
I am leaving