How Many Times

How many times must I sing,
before my lesson is learned?
Love is not a tender thing.
How many times must I be burned?
How many times can my shattered heart mend,
before I run out of glue?
I fear my world may end,
before I get a clue.
I believed the words were from the depths of your heart;
Instead they were sugar coated lies.
Why didn't I see it from the start?
How many times will I believe the disguise?
It would be so much easier if I were mad,
with thoughts of rage to cover the pain;
Instead I'm just so sad,
with thoughts of what might have been,
driving me insane.
You ran away.
I guess it was for the best
We can never be together,
our lives have parted just too far.
Now we can both lay our heavy hearts to rest,
as I curse at the stars.
How many times must I bleed,
before I realize love has forsaken me?
Maybe time is all I need,
to figure out that love is breakin' me.
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