I swore to myself I’d never do it again —
fall hopelessly in love. To love is to get hurt.
I broke my arm once in three places, ******* it hurt.
It was nothing compared to a broken heart,
torn right down the middle. That type of pain seems
to never go away. Then you meet someone else, usually
when you’re not looking and you think **** man what’s happening...
it’s happening… this scary **** is happening again.

There are some things you just have no control over.