In the dim light of a desolate room
I anxiously wait for his call.
I could be out somewhere,
Committing the atrocities I would earlier,
But the heart is changed.
The intoxication of cigarettes and alcohol
To while away the pain
Is tempting,
Very tempting indeed,
And those who offer this lifestyle are plenty.
But the heart is changed.
The objects of my torture,
Those glimmering sharp objects
Call sweetly and gently to me.
I would never hesitate.
I would never think twice.
But the heart is changed.
The heart has changed,
Sometimes I wish it had not.
For I would not then be in such a dichotomy,
So conflicted from within.
I would not have tasted the bitter loneliness.
But the heart is changed.
The heart is changed.
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