Young and naive I never believed that love could be so well hid

With regret I'm willing to bet

And say the older you get, it gets harder to forgive and harder to forget

It gets under your shirt like a dagger at work

The first cut is the deepest, but the rest still flipping hurt

You build your heart of plastic, get cynical and sarcastic

And end up in the corner on your own
Because I'd love to feel love, but I can't stand the rejection

I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection

I thought I was close but under further inspection,

it seems I've been running in the wrong direction