and this is my last remaining filter on my last remaining words its leaving the taste of something bitter on my tongue im leaving a letter full of reasons along with a line that starts to blur into a page that says you faded way too young cause youre leaving something short of innocent im still thinking of the times we should of spent its as if this form of treason crawled up deep inside your head and left you notes on how to keep your insides dead if i had any other heart if any other piece spoke louder if i had any other hand i wouldnt need the voice to tell the world about the coward that refuses to stand claim the blood on your hands if i had any other heart beside my own we might have left you cold cause ive been this awful shade of lonely since your reasons left the room and id see everything get warmer if you decide to follow suit if i could paint the town with all your good intent id leave these walls as red as my eyes could have been while picking comfort for my father for a place to rest his head if i had any other heart if any other piece spoke louder if i had any other hand i wouldnt need the voice to tell the world about the coward that refuses to stand claim the blood on your hands if i had any other heart beside my own we might have left you cold if i were king of the world and i could build you a day id smile just to rip it all away i would to blaze a memory in your head that screams about regret if i had any other heart if any other piece spoke louder if i had any other hands if i had any other hands if i had any other heart if i had any other hands are you still refusing to stand and claim the blood on your hands if i had any other heart if i had any other heart