It's cruel, the way my heart distorts the truth.
The way I'd break myself apart for you.
I always do that shit.
Wear myself down just so people will stay, even though they never do.
Maybe it's because I don't believe anyone would ever want me for me.
So I alter myself, sacrifice my core so maybe, you might want me more.
And I'll let you break away at me, make it a game of yours, entertain me at your own leisure.
But when you get bored and decide to go, I'll always be more lost than before.
Each time someone leaves they take a piece of me, how am I ever supposed to feel full?
