I try not to fall
And you know,
I'm really good at it

I don't ever fall
Because I'm the type of person
Who always breaks

They always pick me up
And mend me once again
Then push me back out there

They call it love
Call it pleasant
Call it heaven

And I promise them
That this time
That's what I'll find

But I've fallen again
And I'm so sorry
Not for me
But for them
Because their is no worse thing than seeing

A friend whom you can not mend.