Life's a Helpless Infection

I’m so used to getting hurt
that I’m Immune to the pain
there’s no need to numb it now dear
no feelings left to pummel away
no needle can heal the damage
that’s already been done
what’s happened has happened
no turning back, life goes on

I learn’t that the hard way
there is no cure for a broken tearaway
who’s heart was once big and now no bigger than
a grain of sand, can you live with that thought my dear?
Can you hold my whole world in your hand?