What good are hearts if you can’t use them?

I don't know why I did half the things I've done. I feel like the last day that made any sense was the last day I spent with you. Now there's not a second goes by when I'm not thinking of you in some way. I want to see your face, feel your hands in mine, feel you against me again. But I know that will never be, you left me and I can't get you back...

Being human

I use to lay my hand on your heart

And pray that I could take the pain away

I would have carried all the weight

I would have never let you fall

I wish I had the strength to break

The legs of what took you away

You were never mine to save

And I was never strong enough

I would have given anything

To try to keep you here with me

I didn’t have the things you need

But I could never let you go

Cause after all that we’ve been through

It was something I couldn’t give you

Now I hate myself for being human
What good are hearts if you can't use them
And I hate myself
For being human..