Hmm

Every type of person falls between the best and worst of our kind
And I love to pick apart your broken heart and mend it for a time
But through the years I've developed fears that cloud my starry eyes
They flash quite brightly and love to spite me by clinging to my side

And I'm looking for the person who can scare what I'm scared of
And he'll scare me too, what have I to lose, I've grown so used to "love"
So I close my chest, and pretend to care less, I'll wait until he comes
I'm hoping to go wild with all the feeling that I've decided to leave out