Broken Hearts, Torn Pieces on the ground.

Why does this always have to be me?
When do my tears stop?
Where do broken hearts go?
What do I do with the pain?

When the tough times come
Where can i go?
As soon as the tears fall
Who do I turn to?

Broken hearts and tired eyes,
A wounded soul and sorrow comes,
A nice guy like you comes along
And it all happens again.

When sorrow comes,
Who will i talk to?
When a nice guy comes,
Should i trust him?

When my hearts breaks
And my eyes they cry,
should i run and hide
or should i confide?

Bruised hearts and dry eyes,
Hands shake and stomach flips.
I feel worried and scared,
then it all happens again.

Will it never end
or will i be stuck like this forever?
Why me,
and why now?

Why does this always have to be me?
When do my tears stop?
Where do broken hearts go?
What do I do with the pain?