If I was given a rose for every time my heart was shattered, I'd be living in a field of thorns.

Why is it that every time I take a risk and I get close to someone...they end up stomping all over me and crushing my heart along with my hopes and dreams?

Black hearts are what I see when I think about you and you're heart shattering habit.

Walking through my field of thorns...looking for a way to heal my pain. But the only way...is to give up and lie down in this prickly grave.

Funny how you say I am your entire world...but you gave me up like i was absolutely nothing...

My heart has been through enough pain and misery....why would i say yes and let you do it all over again?

After what happened...you dont even deserve my friendship. But I'm willing to give it to you to replace the love of us. To replace the sorrow and misery.

*constantly flooded by tears*
~constantly overcome by my fears~

My life is always changing....mostly the changes aren't good. And I'm not to sure that I'm ok with that.

~Wishing that time will fade *you* away~