People come and people go
The problem is when they leave
They're not very happy
Why is it I'm not much of a social person
I try my damnest to please everyone
But that in itself has never panned out
Should I give up on the social scene altogether
Making friends is hard to accomplish
I give of myself but they want more
It seems like they're not satisfied
I believe that if I stay true to myself
That in itself attracts others
But I find it difficult to open up completely
And share what's going on
Should I have to
I feel I have to keep some things to myself
Like they keep some things to themselves
It's all confusing
What the hell do I talk about in the fist place
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 5:09 AM UTC
People come and people go
The problem is when they leave
They're not very happy
Why is it I'm not much of a social person
I try my damnest to please everyone
But that in itself has never panned out
Should I give up on the social scene altogether
Making friends is hard to accomplish
I give of myself but they want more
It seems like they're not satisfied
I believe that if I stay true to myself
That in itself attracts others
But I find it difficult to open up completely
And share what's going on
Should I have to
I feel I have to keep some things to myself
Like they keep some things to themselves
It's all confusing
What the hell do I talk about in the fist place
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