I thought maybe, if I was helpless, a little broken and lost
that someone would notice, care, and try to put me back together
I was stupid to think that
I am worthless, scarred up and alone
no one wants to help me
no one wants to put little ole me back together
I was wrong
I blame the movies, for making it seem like that's how life worked
I blame the romance books, for making guys out to be wonderful, beautiful creatures who loved more than just your body, and wanted you to be whole and happy with them
so I thought, when you showed up, that if I opened up
little by little
you'd care, you'd want to help put back he pieces
make me whole
but I was wrong, so now I know
and now I'm a little more broken
a little more lost
a little more confused
but most of all
a little less trusting
I don't believe love can fix me
not anymore
that's child's play honey
so I'll stay alone
I'll stay broken
until I can put myself whole
with my tape and my glue
my needle and thread
I'll be whole again, with no help at all
I'll be whole, but I won't believe in love
I'll be whole
eventually
but I won't believe in love, I refuse