I wonder what hurts more -
To love and be hurt,
Or to never love at all?
I have given my heart out
So many times,
As if it's a free gift,
Not stopping to think
About who I'm giving it to
And why they want it.
You would think that
After all the times I've been hurt,
I would surely learn.
But instead I continue
To give it
To the first person who asks for it.
But I have now grown strong,
Hard,
Dead.
Everything I do
Is done with my head,
Not my heart -
I will not take the chance
Of having it ripped out again.
But how will I ever be happy
If I live unloved and alone?
But then again,
How can I be happy
If my heart is
Continuously torn apart?
Why, Lord,
Does this have to be so hard?
Why can't I find someone
Who will love me for who I am,
Who will love me true,
Who will not rip my heart to pieces?
Because the only person
Who won't do that,
Is me...
