Every one lets you down, friends, family, boys.

I wish I was young again, so that the only worries I had was playing with toys.

It’s like when I get really close to someone,

I’m the only one,

Who makes the effort, to alert, the feelings I have, towards the other person.

I’d rather be home alone, and close the curtain.

At least I’ll know my only company will be real,


God finally thinks I’m ready to have someone worth fighting for,

In my life that will not bore,

Or betray,

And actually say,

The things they mean for once.

All I want is a last chance.

Because everyone lets you down.

Words: Anonymous

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