I used to depend so much on love,
Used to think it was the key to my happiness,
Now, though, I am not so sure.
Love has had a sort of bad history for me,
Caused me nothing but pain and regret,
But I used to just stand back up,
When it torn me down,
Brush myself off,
And just try again.
Though this time its different,
Love has left this irreapairable feeling in me,
Breaking me through the thick illiusion I had of it.
Now I feel as though love isn't what its all cracked up to be,
Love is now the cause of all my sadness,
Tearing large holes in my heart,
As I think of the boy who crushed my one hope for happiness.