I don't know if I'm still capable of giving the love I write,
I don't know if I'm still capable of loyalty or if at all loyalty could still house me

The kind of loving souls like mine give peels off a piece of your heart each time you give it and it's misused,
And I think my heart today looks like a skull!

:Probably.
If they did a transference of feelings,
I'd be banned from being a donor!

But...