Run, that's all you'd ever know to do.
Every single problem you meet, you ran. Ran from every single problem you'd ever faced. Shanya, the clique, Wayne, Isabel, Daniella, every fucking thing. Ha ha ha.
I'm never gna be here for you like how I said I'd be. I'd end up running.
You wouldn't not give up on me. You'd give up having to chase me, having to hold me down, having to deal with me pushing you away. You'd give up. It's only a matter of time.
I'm not worth anyone's time or efforts, honestly. All that'd I'd end up doing is running away. I'm better off on my own, not hurting anyone.
When people are sad, others will comfort 'em. Me? I'd give up & run away. That's all I ever seem to do. That's why people give up on me. Because I gave up on 'em first.
I want someone to hold me back never let go. But I can't do it. So why am I expecting people to do it for me?
I'm not worth that effort, not worth people putting in so much efforts for someone who only knows how to run away. I'm not worth anyone's time or love or care.
I don't deserve anyone or anything because all I'd ever seem to do is hurt 'em, is run away & push 'em away. It's always like this. And I don't even understand why people bother with me anymore.
I'm just not worth it.