If I had a heart

Counting the bones on my chest
for blue times I will leave the rest;
I try to hide so you can seek
and not find me at the mountain peak

as in the garden I tend to hide
in the pine shade during a low tide.
Where all my emotions calm down
upon my liar's chair; within my dirty crown.

The old familiar sting; the needle tears a hole
it sets the fire puts me out of control...
What have I become a million miles away?
If I had a heart, it's colour would be grey.

You used to make this all go away
but since I failed to obey,
beneath the stains of time
I suck on a bitter lime.