I have this bad habit of getting close to people and thinking that their always going to be there by myside, but eventually they leave.

I have this bad habit of loving people a little too much, when they don't even love me back. And when they leave me my heart feels like someone threw it from the sky.

I have this bad habit of caring for people, when they don't even care about me at all.  Perhaps, if they saw through my eyes they'll see the scars I have deep down inside.

I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired.
I wish feelings didn't exist. Why do feelings exist anyway?
I always fall for everything and let it destroy me. It's my fault after all, but I still have hope that one day I find a person that shares the bad habit as me