So many people tell me that they love me
But why do I interpret the beauty they see as ugly?
What do they find in me that's so endearing
That despite what I do and say all that they're hearing
Are my pleas for help, my cries for salvation
From this eternal hell, from being cast to damnation
Instead of walking away and disappearing from the wreck that I am
They choose to stick around and instead offer a helping hand
Bringing joy into my life, so that I may feel blessed
Now instead of loads of strife, I can take a needed rest
I can drop down these walls I've erected due to fear
And bring those friends close to me, and forever hold them near