How long do I have to pick up the pieces of my heart?
I opened myself up to you and I end up getting torn apart
I get hurt one way or another
I pretend that it doesn't phase me
But really it does and I'm tired of it all
I'm being me and yet that's not enough for you
Instead you pick up and leave me
And it feels like I died inside
I'm burned and broken
So I guess I'll continue picking up the pieces
Until there's nothing left of my heart
So please tear me down and have your fun
Because I'm nothing more then a play thing
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