Everyone says it'll get better, but it's hard to believe when it seems to just get worse.

Never risk your heart
to someone who killed you before

You tell me to hold on,
But I don't see why.
You tell me it will get better,
But you don't know when.
You tell me you're sorry,
But for what?
For making me love you,
And making me cry?
Or, for making me want to die,
Since I'm dead inside?

I wish I could fix every heart broken every tear cried
for I know the pain that breaks the insides

How can people be so strong
when Im just barely holding on?

Why wipe away the tears
when only more come down