Death of a Human Heart

The human heart is full of flaws and prone to being broken it speaks a language we call love but do not understand, as it seems foreign We mend it and our repairs are amateur with mistakes There's not a man alive that has the mastery these repairs take So we live our lives with crippled hearts and misinterpreted communication and when it becomes so far gone that our rigging can't fix what's broken We bury it in shallow graves deep inside our chests and let it die the most painful death as we have no options left No one can explain the way the heart ceases to be You won't understand until you feel it for yourself, you'll see such cruel and brutal death of a human heart is so unusual and strange while we still can feel it beating it's still lifeless, just the same