My heart has no colour

My heart has no colour,
it has no identity.
It has nothing that would say this is mine.

My heart has no colour,
it has no sign.
It just a beating organ that no one can say it's mine.

Because it's something you can donate,
it has nothing to do with "fate".
It has nothing to do with love,
love is in the brain up above.

My heart has no colour,
it's just red.
My heart has no emotion,
it's me that is sad.
My heart has nothing,
like everyone's.
It contains nothing at all.
I knew it even former,
that my heart has no colour.

Although it's red,
it doesn't count.
I have nothing to do,
though I still have a heart.
But it's not a loving one,
it's just a real heart of mine.

My heart has no colour,
it's just red.
My heart has no emotion,
it's me that is sad.
My heart has nothing,
like everyone's.
It contains nothing at all.
I knew it even former,
that my heart has no colour.

My heart has no colour,
it's just red.
My heart has no emotion,
it's me that is sad.
My heart has nothing,
like everyone's.
It contains nothing at all.
I knew it even former,
that my heart has no colour.