How I wish you could plug your ears to my heart.
If you can understand sounds,
you will know that it beats for you.
Baby,
Why do you work hard to disconnect
the cords that transmit my emotions
in lines?
If you can identify the sound of blood,
you will know my heart bleeds for you.
Have I not promised to take away
how I feel from lines for a while?
This is how I have, for long, felt.
You do not know it because
you do not have your ears plugged
to my heart,
Baby.