I have this unfortunate habit of breaking people’s hearts.
       I have this unfortunate habit of falling in love with people who don’t return the feeling
It’s not their fault, it never is
       I know it’s my fault, how anyone could care about me is unimaginable
I just find it easier to be alone
    I always end up alone
Still, I act like each new person who comes around will finally make me stay
    I get this silly idea in my head that someone will want to stay with me
I get to know them, know their secrets and their dreams
    I told them everything, no one knows me as well as they do
But then they ask for me to share my story and I panic
     But who the hell are they?
Letting people in has never been my strong suit
     I feel like I was talking to a wall that blocked everything out
And so I eventually had to let our little game end
   It ended so suddenly- without warning or feeling
I can’t count the times I’ve said ‘can we just be friends?’
    Those 5 little words broke me and I’m still healing
But they didn’t talk to me again, no one ever wants to be friends
     Every time I see them I feel like I’m getting stabbed in the heart
No one can trust a heartbreaker
     No one can love the heartbroken
But if you were given the chance to look at my heart
    I’m an empty shell of myself, my heart tattered
You would find it torn beyond repair
     But it slowly starts to repair itself with each passing day
A heartbreaker is the most heartbroken person
    It’s still fragile and crumbling but grows
And I will always end up alone
    Maybe one day I won’t end up alone
But it’s no one fault
   But the doubts in my heart keep me from getting hopeful
I’m a heartbreaker, it’s what I do
     I’m heartbroken, it’s what I do