To Answer Your Question...
No, I'm not alright,my head hurts and my heart bleeds.
You come when you arent wanted,
but when you're needed, you leave...
And its fucking with my head...
You used to say I make you happy,
that I helped when you were stressed...
But now its like you dont want me around,
you talk to me less and less...
And it hurts, really bad...
I wouldnt have said anything
if you were just stressed about the play...
But you talk to everone else but me,
and its really really strange...
But I cant tell you that...
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