When you're alienated by choice,
Because people aren't worth your time,
Or maybe you just aren't worth theirs.
Because you're a mess;
Lost and broken and a mess,
And messy means drama;
Something that you know all too well.
And nobody's going to understand,
Maybe no one should have to
So it's easier to keep your distance
Because no one can help you,
Who says you can even be fixed?
So why bother wasting their time?
And that's rational and it's logical;
It makes sense.
So how come you're making me doubt myself?
Nyamedo
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