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I talk to you for hours
About whats going on in my life
You
always want to know
Why I picked up that knife
But you never talk to me
About what's going on with you
It
doesn't matter how many times
I plead and beg you to
Most of my friendships
Have been one-way from the start
So
now I think it's time
For those friendships to part
I know that I can help people
Only if they'd let me
But
I guess they don't want me there
Their pain; they don't want me to see
Everyone does a great job helping me
But
I'd rather be helping them
I'm happier helping others
Then I am when their helping me.
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