It's better that you've never given love a thought at all,
Putting yourself out there, he won't catch you when you fall
Left alone to your own thoughts, your will starts to fade
The shards of broken heart are things you'll never trade.
You're stuck with what's inside of you, the scars don't disappear
Souvenirs of a past, and old friend, long forgotten but dear
Chasing memories every night, begging for it to let up
When left with a choice, you'll take the poisoned cup
Silently, so silently, a wind blows 'cross your face
And for a moment you're lost inside the hope of better days.