In class they asked me would you rather get shot or get your heart broken?
I said I'd rather be shot. They asked why?
You can heal from a shot wound
But you can’t heal from a broken heart.
It kills you the first time
But as time goes on and on you can’t heal from the broken
You learn to survive,
You don’t trust
You don’t love
Can’t care
The you meet the one and everyday feels like the last you’ll ever have
Because you’re scared
To love
To trust
To care
In fear you’ll just get hurt again and again
The the bad days become normal
And the good become few
Then you get stuck
Between the better or the worse.