You get closer and closer,
After all the things I've done,
When I've already hurt,
You and everyone.
This isn't funny,
Beause I don't get it,
Why do you protect me,
When I've always been zilch?
Don't say that I've been something,
I don't want to believe it's true,
All I wanted to be,
Is to be someone, like all of you.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 7:09 AM UTC
You get closer and closer,
After all the things I've done,
When I've already hurt,
You and everyone.
This isn't funny,
Beause I don't get it,
Why do you protect me,
When I've always been zilch?
Don't say that I've been something,
I don't want to believe it's true,
All I wanted to be,
Is to be someone, like all of you.
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