It seems another has left me
feeling cold and empty
another one bit the dust
another one left me in the shade.

This isn't my first broken heart
you'd think my heart would actually get it
to stop falling
to stop breaking
to build those walls higher
and stronger.

I get a heart transplant every month
if I didn't I'm sure I'd be dead
these hearts should go to someone on death road,
not someone foolish enough to think you'd stay.

Instead I get them
and break them easily
so easily
but tell me..
if I've broken my heart before
why does the pain stay?
why does it hurt so much?

Perhaps if I kept my old heart
it would be so much stronger...
or maybe not...
maybe it would be so weak that it would collapse
like me on the floor
a broken heap of pitiful flesh.

I don't trust anyone
but I still give my heart away.
Maybe it's because I enjoy pain
it becomes a releif
or maybe it's because I like being alone
and just don't know it.

I should stop thinking with my heart
there are cobwebs in my head
dust on the shelves
like in an old home.

I'm sure in a month I'll be fine
and I'll fall again
put scrapes on my heart
and bruises on my ego.

I'll let my insecurities drown me
in an endless black lake
which was created from my first heart break
Every tear would wash over me
pulling me down to bottom
and I would look up
and see no one to save me.

My lungs would fill with water
and I could drift away
hopefully to a safe shore

I would find myself
crawling out of the river
and laying on the cold sand,
breathing in the painful air
realising I have to move on,
I have to go on
After all..
It's just another broken heart