Many have been in your position
I gave them a chance and most often than not, they messed up
They graffitied their room in my heart with dark, ugly colours
They cracked the glasses, and danced all over the soft furniture
They broke all breakables, smashed and scratched the rest
The irony of it is they all seem sincere at first
And they do all the damage when they are inside
Not by force but when I’ve let them in
I have given many the chance, and they have messed my heart
They made love a game or just a mere word
I’d give you too a chance, but I’ve been tried, tested and hurt too many times
Do forgive me