I don’t know
Who cares
Who I can trust
Who is really there
But I know
That this is not
The same like before
I don’t want to
Stick around
And be hurt
By anyone
Anymore 
can anybody feel me?
I don’t know
Who cares
Who I can trust
Who is really there
But I know
That this is not
The same like before
I don’t want to
Stick around
And be hurt
By anyone
Anymore 
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