Looking for love in all the wrong places. Mistaking hugs for reasons my heart races. Sucking relationships dry and left feeling empty, It's all on my shoulders, the reasons he left me. Get myself together, get myself together.
It's not something to be taken for granted, brushed aside or disregarded. There is no more me left to give and i've become closed in. No more hearts on my sleeve. I've chosen to be a statue. No worries, i'm still me under all the armor. You're just going to have to be a true friend. It's simple.