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 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,
with a crackling sound, continuously breaking
with a fading
pound."