I am worrying about what my life would be
Nobody knows what the end of their lives
Everything seems so clueless
So mine, too.
I just don't get a good relationship with people
I am afraid of hurting
I am afraid with people
They might hurt me
Or they might eat me alive.
I am nobody desired
One of million people who might really care
But the rest of it, I don't know.
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