My heart seems to be a toy

I'm sick of my heart
being abused
it's been dropped too many times
too many times bruised

my heart
is not a toy
but it seems to be
it's a game played by girls and boys

the pain gets worse
every day
i'm now hunting,
searching for a way

i want
to get out of this maze
i'm sick of crying at night
and pretending to be ok during days

but until i find the cure
i'll just smile
it can't be too long before i fade away
just a little while