Good Heart

They say a good heart Is a gift. Nobody tells you It's also a wound. I help before anyone even asks me. I trust before I have a reason to. I give until there's nothing left in my hands, And somehow I still give more to you. I never learned how to hold something back. I never learned how to walk away too soon. So when it breaks, and it always eventually does, I'm the one left alone in the room. When you have a good heart, You help too much, you trust too much, You give too much, and somehow you're the One left hurting when it all falls Apart. When it's not enough, Good heart, It costs you more than anyone else. Heaven knows. I keep believing people mean well, Even after they've shown me they don't. I keep opening a door I should've locked because Closing it never felt like something I want. Maybe kindness isn't weakness. Maybe it just costs more than it should. I'm not asking to feel less. I just wish it hurt a little less when I'm good. When you have a good heart, You help too much, you trust too much, You give too much, and somehow you're the One Left hurting when it all falls Apart. When it's not enough, good Heart, It costs you more than anyone else. Heaven knows. When you have a good heart, You help too much, you trust too much, You give too much, and somehow you're the one Left hurting when it all falls apart. When it's not enough, Good heart, And I'd still choose it Even knowing what it costs.