Sometimes i believe that love isn't fair.
It hits you unexpectedly,
And you don't even know its there.

Realizing too late what that person means to you
-although knowing its for the best,
You can't help wishing they could help you pull on through.

I don't understand why we fall in love so young,
When all its brings is pain,
Like a bee after it has stung.

Sometimes i wish i was the tin man,
with no heart, nor a brain,
in Alice in Wonderland.

Then i wouldn't have to fear love,
I wouldn't have to deal with the pain, and stupid emotions,
that sharply in my heart begin to cut.

Leaving scars that don't easily heal,
Like a tattoo piercing one's skin,
Making my heart less and less apt to feel.

Wishing again i was the tin man,
-with no heart, nor a brain,
like the one in Alice in Wonderland,

-I remember-
That if those organs i were to shed,
all that'd be left for me to be, is dead.