My 'heart' is made of 'stone', You can 'penetrate' it, You can 'break it' But you can't live in it... I burned down the past in hearth Every piece of which hurts my nerves My 'Pen iterates' this fact every now & then While My (Life) is in 'bracket' with pain It's not that it has always been lifeless But the fact is that it was stoned to death I have to keep it cuz the world would make it shout And believe me, It's the only reason Why I can't take it out