Mechanical Heart

When I tell you I'm no good for you, don't argue... don't ask why, just don't get attached. I'll just be a hell within your heaven, with me heartbreak is a given. I'm no one to stick around. I never stick around nor do I ever hit the ground... except for last month, when I got too attached, and I got too laid back; too emotional, too negotiable. I'm a never ending cycle of get hurt then give pain. I'm a "heart breaker" they say. So listen to me when I say don't get attached, because I'd tell you I'd try then take back my word, you'd tell me you love me and I'd leave you without a goodbye. You see my heart's been ripped out of me and replaced with a machine, so cold, it traveled to my soul and now I'm here in this room thinking... how no one ever loves me and stays. So I have this thing in my chest and I have no one to give it to, because who would want a rusted clump of metal with dents and severed ends so sharp it'd cut the tip of your fingers ? I have this mechanical heart and it hurts everyone I fall in love with. So if you can tell me how I got like this, retrace my every step... down the road of memories maybe you could understand that ice burns just as much as fire does. My heart will never be able to synchronize perfectly with yours, my fingers can never intertwine the the right way... and sometimes I sit in the bathtub looking at my happiness that's held back by my problems. If I take freedom and drag it across my skin and let my truth flow, watch it stain the water perfectly like a harmony of something so beautiful it makes you speechless, but who could love that? My heart is simply so mechanical... My heart is mechanical and no one should take the time to turn it into the beautiful thing it could be. So trust me when I say, don't get too attached... don't get attached cause, you won't love me and stay.