my heart

I speak to my her every night
and i ask myself
'did i make you cry'
i think i know the answer
and she just fills up and
i want to curl up and die

i speak to my her every night and
i can't help but cry
and i ask myself
did i do something wrong
And i ask myself why

i speak to my her every night
and she hears me cry
and i plead with her to take
this emptiness and in a
safe place keep it, be locked inside

i speak to my heart every night
i beg her 'honey, take this wound away'
she turns around and says to me,
'what were you were doing'
and all i say with tears in my eyes, is 'why'.