My heart has been broken by so many souls
I’ve been used, abused, and shot for their goals
I’ve been stabbed in the back more times than I can count
And I have been lied to in such a great amount
Why do I bother in trying to find bliss
I contemplate that decision when I reminisce
Everybody hurts me in some particular way
What would be the difference of back then and today
I think of this often, yet I never learned
I try to find love while my heart is still burned
Why do i hurt myself even more
What could all the hurting possibly be for
I struggle to find anything that’s real
And yet I’m always sure on how I feel
I always give my heart, but I’m never loved back
I usually wonder if it’s something that I lack