It’s one thing to be rejected
By perfect strangers
But from the one that knows you best?
This must be a conspiracy.
Yeah, fine. I use you all
From my own selfish gain.
But I didn’t make you do
Anything you didn’t want to.
I know I’m (partially) to blame
But why do I crushed so often?
Is my heart recyclable?
It feels like it’s been disposed of
More times than I can count.