When people ask me if I had a fist love I look down at my feet and whisper no I've spent each day trying to forget you
I don't want to look back at those broken memories
I can't look you in the eye
Without crying and breaking down
I can't bear to see you
The pain is treacherous
My friends laugh and talk about boys
Cuz they haven't felt heart-break
Only some of them have
But most of them, don't know
When people ask me why
Why I have an icy barrier
All around my heart
I need to protect myself
For love can be good
But it can also be cruel
That's why I wrote this
My story's been told
~Gem
