My heart is a battlefield with wounds that healed, but they left behind a phantom pain.
and the heart I was given was not only sewn to my sleeve, but tattooed across my forehead.
I've always considered myself a walking door mat.
and the feet that step on me are wearing stilettos.
Leaving behind holes that patch over, but they're still empty underneath.
I've had words thrown at me that I couldn't even grasp,
because they were too sharp to hold.
I've been stabbed in my back, but in my front too.
With secret lovers and evil internet affairs.
I've fallen in the deepest of love...
and was always left feeling betrayed in the end
when I was doing nothing but giving,and in return I was given back my heart,
as it had been torn from my chest and broken to pieces.
And I was left alone with this bleeding *****...
Only to put it back where it belongs, just to jump off of the same cliff again.
And I'd always end up where I've always been.
Just loving too deep to recieve in return...
But here I am, I am loving you.
forever is my biggest dream,and love is my ultimate weakness...
which means I'll never stab you in the back...
because when I say that all I need is you,
             My heart means it.