heart band-aid

I'm having a really bad night. I stuck my nose where it didn't belong and I found the worst. I wish I never would have looked. My heart is torn wide open again. I don't know if it will ever be ok, it sure doesn't feel that it will. I cannot set you free. It's amazing how easily I can fool myself to thinking I'm over you. Always a fool with a fools hope I remain. I think somewhere inside I feel we'll end up together and everything will be ok. I think this is a dream born of my imagination. What to do with the rest of my life? I need something to knock me back on my orbit and save me from the endless course I travel through this empty space. I wish I had a heart band-aid.