Heart - Robyn Sherwell

My heart is a fist

Endlessly clenched in self defence

And you never miss

Each time you go to strike me one more blow

There's no room no room for its tired beat

There's no room as the cold climbs in

My heart gets no rest

Tirelessly trying to let you in

And it hurts my chest

The push and the pull the open wound again

There's no room no room for its tired beat

There's no room as the cold rushes in

To every bit of my heart

To every bit of my heart

To every bit of my heart

To every bit of my heart heart

My heart fell apart

Recently from bruises you let fall

But what's another scar

Another mark when every mark is yours

There's no room no room for its tired beat

There's no room as the cold rushes in

To every bit of my heart

To every bit of my heart

To every bit of my heart

To every bit of my heart

To every bit of my heart

To every bit of my heart

To every bit of my heart

To every bit of my heart

To every bit of my heart

To every bit of my heart

To every bit of my heart

To every bit of my heart