I can hear the beating of my heart.
I can hear it in the silence of my room.
Sometimes I wonder who it's beating for,
because I'm not quite sure if it's for you.
It's a dull sort of thump.
I thought it was supposed to be a song.
But the chords sound wrong.

I don't believe in true love.
I don't believe in that one special person who'll make your life complete.
But I believe in the song.
Or at least, I used to.
Now I don't know what to believe.

Maybe I expected too little.
Maybe I expected too much.
The beating of my heart
seems to be slowing down.
I thought it was supposed to be speeding up.

I think I know who my heart's beating for.

No, it isn't beating for you.

It's beating for me.