I put my heart out on the limb once again
Hoping,pleading that you'd be the one to mend.
Instead you tore it even farther apart
I should've known this straight from the start
Why did I take a chance at love again?
If my heart knew it would just be so condemly hurt in the end?
Maybe I thought, just maybe, that you could heal my bloody wounds
That you could fix them.
And leave no scars to show of the first love that couldn't last.
Now I have more cuts then ever done to my heart.
It will be harder for the next boy who comes along to ever heal me.
But I will put my heart on a limb again and either get put together once again,
or get torn straight apart.
