let's stop asking me why i leave.
when i'm around, no one cares. I'm the last choice and it's so painfully obvious. I'm no one favorite, I'm no one's friend. I'm just there.
stop asking my why i leave, stop asking me why i don't stick around. Instead ask yourself why you don't give a until i'm gone. It's about quality not quantity. Remember that.
I'm not happy. I never was. My death would mean nothing to anyone. why do i care so much? why does it hurt? why do i give my all to people who don't give me in return?
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