Twice...
That's how many times I've given my heart away. I've liked, I've loved, but never been loved back. Both times I gave my heart it cracked a little more. The first he dropped because we were so young he didn't know what to do. The second one was all my fault. And I don't blame him for dropping. I was too shy to confront how I felt, and in the end I was left behind. That one hurt pretty bad, because he tried to let me down easy. Instead he slipped and my heart went flying, soaring, crashing to the ground.
Once...
That's how many times I've felt happy with another person. I gave her my extremely fragile heart, and she gave me hers. I don't really know what happened but we just grew apart... these things do occur. But this time she didn't drop me, we just returned each other's hearts. Even though purely mutual, I still miss her falling asleep on my lap.
Never...
That's how many times I've learned my lesson about giving my heart away. No matter how many times I get broken down, I always start again. I've done it again, I went and gave my heart away, I can't believe the fool I am. The worst part in all of it is, she doesn't even know. She doesn't even grasp the fact that she alone holds my heart and even will when I'm gone.
Because this is the first time I gave away my heart to someone I think I actually love.