Give it away

This heart is filled with scars and holes it's felt the wrath of pain it has loved with no return but isn't that always the same? I've given until there was nothing left I was empty deep inside They took all that I had to give and left me laying to die yet time after time, I refill myself and I continue to give once more it's their loss, though not mine because I know and understand that is what loves for what good is love if you don't give it away? what good does love do, if you just waste it? best to fill another's cup, and even better when you're running low, to take your time and make it...