Half Heartedly

We will lay our love on the line, half heartedly. 

As much as you want this, you would give it all up for the rose whose thorns aren't so sharp.
Don't deny it, you have done that for too long now.
Stop pretending to care. Mother Theresa you ain't.

It makes me feel empty, like a shell of the girl I used to be:

I will get her back, will you?