This feeling of desperation,
Stabbing like a knife at my heart,
This feeling of having nothing,
Where do I even begin to start?
I’ve given my heart to so many,
Only to hope they’d do the same,
I let you in on my darkest secrets,
Then you put me through this pain,
All I ask for is a friend in you,
Someone I can trust that will be there,
Someone to love me for me,
All I want is for someone to care,
We’re too set in our own minds,
Too blind to see or to care,
To care is not to care anymore,
To be a friend is to not be there,
So when it all comes down to it,
There is nothing and no one,
I can only give so much of myself,
So I guess I’m saying I’m done...

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