I’m too careful anymore, and you made that way. Always nervous to push forward, never sure what to say.
You tore my heart open, not once, but twice. Now X marks the spot, and it’s like a target for all the lies.
You ruined second chances for everyone else to come. Any chance for hurt and you know I’ll only run.
I was vulnerable before, but there’s no word for this. The truth cut me down to nothing, so maybe ignorance is bliss.