Run Away With My Smashed Heart

Why is it that sometimes my heart is pulled from me?
Without my consent, my happiness is drowned and my hope smashed.

It seems that every time I put myself out there I get cut down, and nothing stops the pain.
Though with the many times I’ve bled, I still try again, wishing for more.
Obviously I’ll never learn, and am doomed to live a lie and a life of solitude.

There are no signs of death when it comes to this, no warning for me to run.
Every time I’m stuck in the middle, and things become blue.

When this happens all I do is cry, because I know I’m doomed.
All I want is some peace, and someone to hold me.

When is someone going to give his heart to me, and not run away with mine?