How long do I have to pick up the pieces of my heart? 

I opened myself up to you and I end up getting torn apart

I get hurt one way or another

I pretend that it doesn't phase me

But really it does and I'm tired of it all

I'm being me and yet that's not enough for you

Instead you pick up and leave me

And it feels like I died inside 

I'm burned and broken

So I guess I'll continue picking up the pieces 

Until there's nothing left of my heart

So please tear me down and have your fun

Because I'm nothing more then a play thing