I wear my heart on my fingertips
and that's why all my realtionships
last five seconds or so
in the length of a handshake
I fall in love, my heart breaks    
and then I let her go
but I begin to regret it
and then try to forget it
but the mind cannot erase
what the heart does know
the mind can only restrict the feelings
so that they may never grow
so here I am with heart of gold
a heart full of half loves
that my heart witholds
because, deep down, I'm scared...
scared to love completely
for fear that it won't be returned
scared to fall too deeply
for fear of getting burned
Am I a romantic? ...yes
hopeless? ...maybe
but I try to stay hopeful
that the girl I reach out to
will also reach out to me