My life is yet unknown to me.

We are all bad guys, our hearts were born grey.

You make me free reckless.

My parents don't like liars.

I end up pulling my heart out every time we talk.

But somehow it's never your fault.

I think I pull out everyone's hearts.

Maybe I should join a convent.

Maybe I should just put my heart away.

Love only comes when your heart is open.

Close it and nothing gets in.

Not even hate.

Not joy.

Not fear.

I can't have you, so why don't I just close my heart?

Maybe I was never ready.

Maybe I'm just a bad guy.