Vishal Dutia

My heart ain’t bulletproof, it’s fragile as can be,
Each scar that I bear is a painful memory.
Love can be a weapon, it can hurt and cause pain,
My heart is a target, and I’m the one to blame.

I’ve tried to protect it, but it’s been shot through and through,
I thought love was the answer, but now I’m feeling blue.
The wounds may heal, but the scars will forever remain,
My heart ain’t bulletproof, and I’m the one to blame.

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