Here I go again, pushing people away...
Somehow, in someway I always do it
I push
I shove
I scream
Out of fear and anger
I always get rid of the good people
And replace them with the bad
The kind of people, that make me this way
The kind that make me scared to love
And make me scared to be loved
The fear that their love is fake
I guess maybe this fear is from my father
All the times he said he loved me
Then he vanished for months, years even
Maybe he's the reason I am scared to love and be loved...