Pick up broken pieces of me

My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating.

I'm suffering from a common heart condition.

Though I don't need Prozac,

My head is swimming and

My thoughts seem to lead back to you.

There ain't a cure.

Sure,

Time does take away some of the pain.

But still...

There aint tears, my heart yearns not to beat again.
I want no memories, all to be blocked out by me.
I'm striving to forget,
dying for amnesia,
My head is swimming,
all my thoughts lead back to you.
There is not a cure.
I'm dying to run away from you. Dying to live without you.

I'm taking it badly, in fact I cant take it at all. I cant take it at all. I have seen it coming, now this grief is overflowing. I’m trying to get away from you, to run away from my heartache. 1 month, 7 months, 12 months. For as long as I’m not here, you know I’m trying to nurse a heartache.

Pick up broken pieces of me.