I try not to fall
And you know,
I'm really good at it
I don't ever fall
Because I'm the type of person
Who always breaks
They always pick me up
And mend me once again
Then push me back out there
They call it love
Call it pleasant
Call it heaven
And I promise them
That this time
That's what I'll find
But I've fallen again
And I'm so sorry
Not for me
But for them
Because their is no worse thing than seeing
A friend whom you can not mend.