Listen, to everyone about me.
When you aware?
You know more about me.

So what?
If I'm not up to par for them?
Then were they up to par for those that adore them.

Many times, those we love aren't accepted by everyone.
But notice, they first crying to find someone.

You keep listening to those that hurt themselves.
The ones that wouldn't give a hand to help someone else.

And while you listening?
Notice that open door of the one you love departing it.

While you were listening to that door close behind them.