I ain't no architect
damn well don't know the
way I must piece my
heart together
the heart that was ripped to bits
shredded to pieces and stomped upon
by people I thought were mine.

I ain't in perfect shape
but I've begun to construct myself
my heart built walls around it
put in a silver cage where no one can reach.
I ain't afraid to love,
trust me pal.
I'mma afraid to trust.

Trust is one thing that can be broken
over and over.
I'm nearly there. Pieced together.
A better version of myself
invincible but wary enough.

I still got love to give,
but if you want a heart to break,
sorry pal, it ain't here.