I miss my heartBlues grow on my feetBlooming with greedNurtured by defeatsIn my deepest lairReds... are rareLife has such no flaresHope dies by any meansThese eyes turning greenEvil is hidden, unseenWill I ever have to choosesomething else but an excuseI'm sick of killing my museIt's neither heaven, nor hellLife is never a fairy taleI know this a little too wellThough I'll survive no matter whatI just like to say to GodI miss my heart...