Crush. Break. Heal. Repeat.

Oh, there goes another one
A shot in the heart
It's blown into pieces again
And it grows back
So fast, doubtful it still exists
But I'm convinced it's still there
Because I continue to feel it
I leave my chest wide open
So I can keep hitting it
But why? Perhaps I've gone insane?
Or maybe I've been hurt so many times
That I've come to enjoy it...
And I've lost my raison d'etre
I've lost everything including myself
And I just sit there and smile
Crush. Break. Heal. Repeat.
Nothing.