Somehow I always end up here
Alone, heartbroken, confused
Every time I decide to open up, my heart gets ripped into tiny pieces
I'm starting to give up hope on people
They make you feel special, then leave
And you're left on your own again
Wondering why you can't ever be good enough
Wondering if you will ever truly be happy
Wondering if the hole in your chest will ever be filled
I'm finally starting to realize that it's me against the world
People break your heart
Friends leave you
Family members fight with you
You can only count on yourself
It's you against the world.
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Through My Looking Glass 🔬
RandomDie wêreld deur my oë, somtyds onderstebo. Ek skryf my siel uit, wanneer die trane die woorde na my stoep toe bring.
