Another cut on the heart , just one out of many . They still hurt the same . But what ’ s the point in trying to heal ? I ’ m not worth that kind of trouble .
The scrapes are more like cuts The cuts are more like gashes The bleeding is more profuse But I think I can handle it Don ’ t worry about me I ’ m not worth that kind of trouble .
I say I ’ m fine But I know you don ’ t believe me Neither do I You ask me what ’ s wrong And you just listen I hardly understand because I ’ ve never been worth that kind of trouble .
You ’ ve seen more than most So why are you still here ? At this point most people know I ’ m a hopeless cause . You ’ re smart . I know you know that I ’ m just a bloody mess Why are you wasting your time ? I ’ m not worth that kind of trouble .
You haven ’ t tried to change me . You haven ’ t tried to save me . That makes you the first of your kind , Honest and caring , Listening and accepting . I never thought I was worth that kind of trouble .
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