My heart races when I think of you.

In your eyes, I see who I want you to be.

In your arms, I picture me there.

My heart sees what it wants to see.

 

Seeing you're not real, it pounds anyway.

Out of instinct, want and need.

I remind it that you don't care.

You only have love to take.

 

With nothing to give in return,

My heart doesn't care.

It just wants and wants and wants...

Like a heartbeat.