La Boheme

.. When she is fragile she pumps my heart. When she is far from home, . when she will never return, her bed belongs to no one, and the door to quiet solitude . is closed, out of reach, when she departs with a tear she pumps my heart. . Goodbye pumps my heart. When her cries fade, taken away. Yes, it's easier . when she doesn't see me. When she vanishes and the future closes, she pumps my heart. . When I betray her by living when she is silent and gone, betrayal pumps my heart.