Loving is hard when you push people away. No one could ever love me. I'm just a piece of paper on the floor, getting kicked around. Why would anyone care for me? I'm nothing good. Just a waste of peoples time. I don't know, maybe i'm overthinking this. How could someone so amazing and kind care for a person like me? Why does he keep coming back? Why does he keep calling? Why does he keep talking to me? He's not like the rest. Is he?
