Lost, Found, And Chosen.

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Call on me ive always been a friend.

Never once showed up empty handed, always ready to give, but you compare.

You break me down and tear along the dotted lines you made just to rip me to shreds,

Everywhere you know it hurts.

All that work for nothing.

Its never reciprocated, always what you want and need, and only i can supply.

Ive always gotta pull the pants up, and apologize even when i shouldn't.

I changed for the better but, you make me regret it.

I take one step forward and push me three steps back.

I'm foolish and I'm hurt so id cling onto anything.

I need to recognize people that help me grow and not keep me shackled.

Keep me on a tightrope- a frozen lake with thin ice, or in the face of a snake.

In my solitude, in my empty grave, id just wonder what if i spent my time on other things.

That would be the only thing that scares me.