You know that feeling,
the one where you think you want to be alone,
but you're not exactly sure?
You're afraid to let anybody in because you don't want to get hurt,
but at the same time you don't want to live your life by yourself.
Some people walk the streets with every door locked,
ignoring anybody who wants to help.
They find any escape;
music, drugs, alcohol,
and they use it.
But then there's others, like me, who take the chance.
They risk getting hurt just to be happy for a while.
And if they get fucked over, they don't sink so low to drugs.
They pick their head up and keep moving forward,
still willing to let people in,
even if the next person will hurt them twice as bad.
Those are the people with the big hearts.
They're the loyal friends,
the people you can depend on for everything,
and I'm the person you can always come to for help
because all I ever do is put others before myself.
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