In the darkest little hours,
on the darkest night,
I drink my poison,
because my heart is not mine.

I asked you,
if I could borrow yours,
but you turned away,
and walked into the light.

I start to scream of fear,
and lonely sadness,
because I will soon die,
since my heart is not mine.

I search and I dig,
but I can't find,
a heart that I can put in mine.

If I gave you my heart,
can I then borrow yours?
just for a little while,
so I can know what love feels.
before I die.