Continue something you were once writing but stopped.
You ask why I’m so guarded why I’ve put chains around my heart.
The real question is how can I not when all these men only want to make your legs part.
There’s no compassion for others feelings, never truly know with what you’re dealing.
Lies and deceptions are always so common. They stopped being human.
But it’s easy to complain, to point out what’s wrong.
Faking to be strong, making mistakes all the same,
passing around the blame, it all just seems like a game.
Maybe, just maybe, they’ve been played and hurt just as I.
Maybe someone also pretended with them everything was fine.
It’s just as possible they had someone special, who also lied.
Now everyone just focuses on their pride,
thinking in their minds that they really tried.
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