I was a brother, I gave what I had,
it seems a stone heart hurts less than love gone bad.
I’m out of strength, the fight feels done,
love you give backfires when it’s not returned.

Old scars awake in the dead of night,
life runs through my head in flashes of light.
When love gives nothing but endless pain,
you learn too fast—it never stays the same.

And I don’t want to walk
through life with my heart,
when love only tears it apart.
This world kills love,
turns warmth into pain,
breaks everything pure, again and again.
And I don’t want to walk
through life with my heart.

I won’t walk with my heart
through life.

I believed love lived in every soul,
that people still walked honest and whole.
But a burning heart just makes you weak,
easy to use, too pure to keep.

This world turns fire into a crime,
kills shining hearts one scar at a time.
Before it steals what still feels alive,
I’ll turn my lion’s heart cold to survive.

And I don’t want to walk
through life with my heart,
when love only tears it apart.
This world kills love,
turns warmth into pain,
breaks everything pure, again and again.
And I don’t want to walk
through life with my heart.

I won’t walk with my heart
through life.

Yet even stone still dreams of flame,
even cold hearts remember their name.
I’m not the dark, I’m not the end,
I’m fire meant to warm, not to pretend.

I want to walk with my heart
through life,
save it for love that survives.
Guard that flame
for the day it will rise,
when I set the stars on fire in the skies.
I want to walk with my heart
through life.