Trampled

Doesn’t it break your heart to hear the nasty things that people say or think of you?
To be completely misunderstood, to be told lies about?
How does your heart break over and over again but yet your arms are fixed and open wide?
I can’t imagine, I can never understand
Like a rose trampled on the ground 
And I wonder how many times I’ve turned my back on you without even knowing it
 

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