Like a moth to a flame, you're addicted to pain
And the attention that comes with hurting is your drug of choice
Yet "I need help" is what you text me, but you'll never look for it
There's something more important every step of the way for you
And you couldn't care less
I'm so tired of feeling so stuck
And I feel trapped every time I talk to you
When will you change?
I can't be your therapist
Where will you go?
When no one else is pitying you
And I get it, you're in pain, but so are thе rest of us
And you only message mе to show me that you hurt yourself
I wish that our relationship wasn't so superficial
I think that we could help each other out if it was mutual
I want to give up
I'm sorry I failed you
When will you change?
I can't be your therapist
Where will you go?
When no one else is pitying you
All these things will remain invisible to the world
And you wish you could be held
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