February 10, 2011


I used to seek out a best friend,
Another softer side of me
I used to be this different, I,
I tried so hard, I used to be
The one of two who had the guts
And swaggered down the road for us
Your kindness was the glue for both,
A shell I wore around my heart

But now those times are gone, and see
The empathy is killing me
Now those times are gone, and see:
The empathy, it's killing me

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