Who do you run to,
When there's no one to run to?
Who do you talk to,
When there's no one to talk to?
Whose shoulder do you cry on,
When there's no one's shoulder to cry on?
Why ask yourself these questions
When you have so many people around you?
Because it just seems like they aren't really there
They can listen,
But they can't hear my cry for help
They can see me,
But I'm not really there
To them I'm just a burden
Or
Someone just to use
They don't see the real me
They just want to walk all over me
So when does it stop,
This pain inside?
When does it stop,
This hurting all the time?
I just wish I could let go
And be free
From all this pain
Within me
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