Look heart, no hands. Laced fingers through broken hearts, a crimson god seeking for more broken promises. But she is the sun, he is the night.. yet I can't choose which to embrace. Three years broken and three years unsure, it's a sure way to lose it all. But I am the dark, she is my light yet this girl has forgotten how to love. So maybe I'm crazy and a bit insecure, a personality that's destined to break. But we are alone, we are the same.. so look heart, no hands.