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Where do I run to now that you've gone away?
Why do I feel like an aquaintance?
I don't feel wanted.
I wish I did.
You were the glue that held me together.
Now I have to sweep up the pieces.
I wish I could get one feeling and stick with it, but every day a thought, an action, anything changes my mood.
It leaves me wondering what do I want to do?
Who do I ask for help?
There's no one out there to help.
Once again I step out into the world, scared, with a chip on my shoulder.
Because I don't want anyone to see my pain.
Why do I feel like an aquaintance?
I don't feel wanted.
I wish I did.
You were the glue that held me together.
Now I have to sweep up the pieces.
I wish I could get one feeling and stick with it, but every day a thought, an action, anything changes my mood.
It leaves me wondering what do I want to do?
Who do I ask for help?
There's no one out there to help.
Once again I step out into the world, scared, with a chip on my shoulder.
Because I don't want anyone to see my pain.