My heart's still beating, isn't it though?
I don't know.
But please listen for me,
And tell me the truth,
Does it beat real fast or real slow,
please tell me, how, it goes.
And when you do,
don't say it with hate or shock,
don't mock me if it doesn't tick like a
clock.
And so I beg you, but you just stand there-
still
And you answer real
low.
"Your heart doesn't beat fast or slow,
it doesn't have a rhythm, to, go to and fro,
it beats here and there in a crackling sound,
continuously breaking with a fading
pound..."