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I'm done crying over people who don't give a damn

I don't want you if you don't love me for who I am

Every scar

Brings me farther

I'm only that much closer to being that much better, above all this bullshit

I guess in the end I'm just sick of it

I'm sick of caring so much

I wish I was numb

Then this wouldn't hurt so bad

I'd be okay, for that I'd be glad

Just know that my arms are always open

I'm always willing to be a friend

Until you break me here I stand

Always offering a shoulder to cry on, an open hand

For you to hold