Sometimes I just feel
Like I let things get to me
Sometimes I just wonder
If I’m wrong for how I feel

I can’t help if certain things
Get under my skin
I can’t help if certain actions
Hurt me inside

Why is it that these little things
Know just the right button
To push on my heart
So it shatters again and again?

Why is it that these little pieces
Of a broken heart
Can cut up my insides
And make me bleed?

Is there no end?
I am I doomed to a constant broken heart?
Is there no repairman?
I am I to suffer for all eternity?