Déjà vu

I never meant to ever make you mad.
I never meant to ever make you sad.
I never meant to ever make you unhappy at all.
I never meant for anything like this to happen.
But if it hurts, it certainly means something.

All I ever wanted was to make you smile inside.

Now my heart is open.
Open, but dreadfuly alone.
I can't keep it like that for long.
As much as i wish it would heal, it seems is doomed to close up, again.