This is my heart, can you feel it?

You break it with your stare, you break it with your smile.

I hurt because I can’t let you go.

How our misery pains me so.

This is my heart.

When you grow up, your heart dies.

“I don’t care.”

Cast your eyes right to the ground, you don’t matter now.

Led by a beating heart–the night was all you had.

You ran until there was nothing left.

You ran into the night. You can’t be found.

This is your heart. Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?


Adaptation of Falling on

“Other People’s Heartache”

by Bastille


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