Love hurts:
When all your love is out in the open;
they carefully take your heart,
play with it,
break it,
and throw it on the ground, the pieces
shattered.
You want to have the strength to pick it up,
but your bleeding from all the pieces.
They laugh at you
for you were
stupid enough to trust
them with your heart.
So, now you sit here broken-hearted,
Is there anyway you'll be able to recover.
Is there anyone who will want you?
After you've been treaded like trash,
always put in second place,
does that mean you are really trash?
If you are, then why would anyone want you?
But, if your not,
Who will try to tape all the pieces back together?
Who could ever love someone that's truly been...
broken.
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