Making Me Askew

I'm afraid of what could be done
if I let you in too many times.
You've taken me astray so many times before
and my hearts already weak and weary,
stitched, patched and scared of rebreaking.
 But your nails are still dug deep under my skin
and everytime I think I run a chance
 you've thrown me down to announce the victor.
 And I've cried so many nights alone.
Tossed and turned between my choice.
 but you're out living healthily with another
and I'm in here awaiting another sleepless night.
Your grip has gotten my throat
such a mess that I've let myself fallen into.
And I'm afraid of what would be done
if I let you in too many times.
You've taken me astray so many times before
and my hearts already weak and weary,
stitched, patched and scared of rebreaking.