I've got a heart for sale,

still bleeding on the floor,

tired of learning how to break

each time I attempt to feel more.

Take it. I really mean it.

If numbness is the price,

let someone else hold it,

let another person pay twice.

I don't want this burning in my chest

each time there are difficulties.

I don't want to drown in my own tears,

I don't want to feel this intensely.

I have loved too intensely,

I have made too much noise.

And I'm so tired of crying

at the heart of a crowd.

So here's my offer, final—

no refunds, no return.

Take this heart that loves too hard.

If that's the price, then I'll never burn.

Take it and let me be empty,

let me be stone. Let me be free.

If not feeling ever again

is what it costs to finally breathe—

Take it.

Please, just take it.

I have a heart for sale,

still bleeding on my floor,

tired of beating so loud

for those people who never turned around.

It loves too intensely, it hurts too loud,

every time things go wrong, it burns in my chest.

It remembers every goodbye like a funeral.

I'm fed up with sinking in my own tears.

So take it.

Then let me take the numbness as my price.

Let me be empty, let me be stone,

if it means I never have to fall in love

or have to experience it once more.

Let it be the end.