There’s a hole in my heart
and it’s searching for new points of view
as I fall apart.
This journey tears me part from part.
With every scar that I accrue,
there’s a hole in my heart.
Looking back to this dated chart
and realizing how much I grew
as I fell apart.
These wounds have created a work of art,
establishing a painful deja-vu.
There’s a hole in my heart.
From this past I must depart,
explore new ventures I never knew
as I fall apart.
All this wisdom I must impart
so as to discover stories new.
There’s a hole in my heart
as I fall apart.