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.
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.