no one wants the fucked up ones anymore
no one wants to be there for the ones that need to be held at 3:27am while their crying because they can't stand the person they were in their mind and thoughts
no one wants to be the one that talks on the phone with the girl that is having a hard time because her thoughts are eating her alive like a virus
no one wants to be the one that has to break it to the sad boy that he has no one who understands him (and that he needs to get some help) even though he already knows and that's why he's sad
