I couldn’t find the heart I had.
I guess it doesn’t feel so bad.
Something I lost can’t hurt.
Maybe I’d feel some self-worth.
I couldn’t let you touch the void.
I guess I’m used to feeling destroyed.
Sometimes I wish I was wrong.
Maybe life shouldn’t be so long.
I can’t afford to pay my dues.
I don’t to want to believe in the ruse.
I just want to give happiness
Because I can handle losing rest.
Maybe I could’ve kept my heart intact.
Sometimes, too often, I question fact.
I guess my heart won’t stay cold.
I can’t let how it hurts unfold.
Maybe it’ll hurt less this time.
Sometimes I want to commit the crime.
I guess you think it’s only because of you.
I can’t tell you how that’s not true.
Maybe it can’t be you and I.
It hurts too much whenever I sigh.
I guess my heart’s cracked once more.
I can’t predict what’s in store.
Let’s think, of what happened, shall we?
All the help you’ve given me,
The life you saved from being gone.
The heart you broke, the one you stood on.
I don’t care about my own pain.
It’s a life filled with disdain.
Just please don’t hurt anymore
Because there’s too much to look for.
You already found my heart.
And that, my dear, is a fine start.