closed off
I just wish I could let people in
If only it were that easy.
Everytime I let someone in,
To leave me broken
Soon I will be broken beyond repair
Then I just won't even care
I won't be the happy girl with long hair
Because the ugly truth
Is that life just isn't fair
They say that you can tell them
That they will understand
When the reality is
They have no fucking clue
What their getting themselves into
Trust me I know
It was me that went through
But it got me nowhere.
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