I know what it's like to hurt.
I've been diagnosed by hundreds before.
It burned so right to throw myself in the dirt.
And here I am with it, a broken heart once more.
I break it all on my own.
I torment it on bumpy lands.
It's permanently fixed with a scarred tone.
I love when it ends up in the wrong hands.
The lack of discretion, attention at least,
Keeps its beat uneven.
While the growing pain eats my soul; such a feast.
You can hang on to it for me,
I'm leavin'.
I don't know how to care for someone else's heart
I usually leave it unattended.
Till I'm confronted on why it's cold and tart,
While I lie there with guilt.
I'm shield-less and undefended.
My tactic was to push you away.
To pretend to have something I do not.
Trust is important but pain is the way,
You know the game.
Now I've been caught.