Three days ago you showed yourself, you showed interest in my "situation" You know, depression, eating disorders and auto lessons. You say you want to "help me" You say, "there stills a chance" For me to be "happy" But there isn't anymore chances to me. Why do you want to help me? There's no "hope" for me I stop beleving in it a long time ago. Don't you see it? I don't want your help, Go away Before I make you do it in my way And believe me, You don't want to figure out How my way is.
