Please tell your pants its not polite to point!

Raising a kid is like nailing Jell-o to a tree.

I tear my heart open
I sew myself shut
My weakness is
That I care too much
And my scars remind me
That the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

This is from a song called Scars by Papa Roach

Test my heart
Watch it break
Enduring more
Than it can take

If I don't look busy
It's because
I did it right
The first time.

If you love me
Stay away
I'll only hurt you
No matter what you say

Boys are like parking spaces
All the good ones are taken
The rest are handicap

Got this from my friend Nicole.

I'm not sure what to do
So I do as I'm told
I've always been too friendly
And never really bold..

I could easily shatter
To him it wouldn't matter
See my heart is tattered
From the long fall called love

One cut is all it would take
To make sure i never awake

Tortured Heart, broken soul
Where love once lived is now a hole