Buy me a friend

The days I don't talk to you are just, Bad days The days you don't talk to me are worse Because When I've got nothing to say It's just me trying to keep you safe From one of the darkest places Where every day I lose my races against the quick comments, comming through my mouth Telling me that I'm not worth the space And that my hearth is made to be given away To the ones that make me buy their friendship With the little love that I have But just can't seem to place somewhere were It wouldn't go to waste