Take it, as you go towards the cliff.
My heart has wings, and, take it.
Or you will fall hard
on the ground so cold yet rocky.

Take it, if you should ever go.
My heart is soft, and, take it.
Or you will smash into pieces,
so shall I.

Take it, as you pull the triger, and,
shoot the soft body now is rigid.
My heart is tender, and,
should lessen some pains from you.

Take it, I said, but, you failed my wish.
If you shall leave it to me, then,
heartache is not to be.
My heart bleeds, as I take it.
Heartache is not to be.

Take it.