• so there's this piece of my heart and i give it away
    every time i meet someone who really makes me smile
    and this piece of my heart
    has been beaten and bruised
    and twisted and torn
    and thrown back in my face
    by those people who turned out not to care
    about that piece of my heart or the person it came from.
    so i wonder how this beaten, bruised, twisted and torn
    piece of flesh is still pulsing and pushing
    my sick sad blood through my veins
    and i wonder why it bothers
    when there's no one to hold and protect
    that piece of my heart
    and no one to make this painful process worth it.
    so when there are so many ways out of this vicious cycle
    why does this piece of my heart keep pulling me
    toward more people to abuse me, use me,
    and make me bleed and break?