I’ve been used so much,
That the words “I love you”
Seem like nothing but lies.
Will you love me for me,
Or will you love me lust?
Will you crave me because you need me
Or because you need mere company?
I’m not unappreciative, I promise
But surely it wouldn’t hurt to be a little more wary
To hurt is inevitable,
And to be hurt is certainly unavoidable.
I’ve been hurt far too often,
That my heart isn’t broken
Instead it has been left in shatters.
Pieces too dangerous to be picked
And too small to be fixed.
To utter those three words seem so easy,
but to mean it is much harder than you'd think.
I'm afraid of the things that might happen. I wonder if this will be worth the risk.