Crashing into icy waves,
as I swim through your veins.
Each frigid beat reminds me,
I'll never wash away these stains.
The ebb and flow I meet here
are certainly doing their part.
They might just convince me
that you still have a heart.
Blessed are the heartless,
Heart-broken they'll never be.
But I keep swimming hopeful
that there's still hope for me.