My heart is not a weapon, so why does it hurt the most when they use it?

Four leaf clover
Little black cat
Good luck bad luck
What's up with that?

As dark as the ink on these pages
As numb as frostbitten fingers
My heart just beat 3 times as fast
But still a darkness lingers

My head is busy, it wonders
Stomping all the time
A flash and I am back there
His eyes still covered with dimes

Cannot escape the horror
The circus of my life
Are you afraid of clowns, my dear?
Good - '*** this ones bites

find me on a hidden path

and my heart shall lead us home

**** that boy/he ****** with your head/he's got another little pretty girl/laying in his bed.

But, every time someone leaves me,
I learn to love myself a little more.

I wish you could see me now
in person instead of from the stars.
But you would be disappointed
by my hate stricken heart.