Brief.
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I wonder if she knows how sad she looks.
She sits there, her eyes pealed on the teacher, but you can tell that she's hurt.
That she wants to curl up into a ball and just cry for a while.
I wish I could help her.
That I could hold her close and make her feel like she was safe here
But somehow, I don't think it'll happen.
I'm going to end up keeping my distance.
And I don't know why.
I make such a show of being brave and outgoing,
but deep down, I'm just as insecure.
So who am I to care about someone else
when I'm such a mess?
When I'm finally happy,
Should I get involved
and put it all at risk for
a total stranger?
I wonder if she knows how sad she looks.
She sits there, her eyes pealed on the teacher, but you can tell that she's hurt.
That she wants to curl up into a ball and just cry for a while.
I wish I could help her.
That I could hold her close and make her feel like she was safe here
But somehow, I don't think it'll happen.
I'm going to end up keeping my distance.
And I don't know why.
I make such a show of being brave and outgoing,
but deep down, I'm just as insecure.
So who am I to care about someone else
when I'm such a mess?
When I'm finally happy,
Should I get involved
and put it all at risk for
a total stranger?