a fact of the heart

undress the rules of the heart
it will show that were not far apart
you live like a clown
but without a sound
you burn us to the ground
you bring a evil frown

if they only they knew
the real side of you
at the end of the day
you need to be at bay
like a sound of a horn
you pierce like a thorn

at last its the end
you drove me round the bend
with your constant annoyance
and your very clear avoidance
you talk about me
like im your enemy