Somewhere there’s a heart that beats for you.

It isn’t mine. Oh no. Oh  no. Oh no.

It isn’t mine. But I can comprehend

Why someone possibly could desperately

Adore a person somewhat like yourself.

Quietly would sound this nameless heart.

Though hearts are mostly nameless aren’t they?

I mean you wouldn’t name your body parts.

That would be weird. What would you call yours?

Mine? Ha ha. I’m kidding. No I’m kidding.

But I wonder when I am alone

If one can hear a heart that beats for one.