Behold my heart that I am holding wide open.
It is broken, bleeding, hurt, taken for granted.
Come and read my eyes to see why tears fall often--
They're windows where one can see all I've ever wanted.
I have dreamed, loved, and tried but I keep on failing.
I have never once succeeded in any effort.
But I still keep on dreaming, loving and trying,
Though I know that I would still fail, get broken, and hurt.
My sorrow, my sadness, my pain, and depression
Is losing the man I love and not win him back.
I tried, I gave, I pleaded, but for some reason,
He wouldn't take me back for something he said I lacked.
I found out soon enough what it was and I know,
I did not lack in love, I just failed to show.