I know you want me can’t be friends.

Why’s it even matter if it don’t make sense?

I think I need the space just to be myself.

I’m just a different kinda person.

I don’t need you. And I don’t need your help.

Unaware of my surroundings.

Everything is just a blur.

Used to think was friendly.

Lately I’ve been so unsure.

People talk to me but it just goes In

One ear and out the other.

I pretend to listen.

But It’s not like it’s ever important.

It’s just always about them.

I’d rather just ignore it.

I don’t take advice from people

If they don’t even support it.

I’m convinced that I’m alone

And no one else will feel the same.

So how you gonna help me

If I point to me to blame?

I’m not ok.

No therapist can change my mind.

If I don’t change myself.

If you still don’t understand

Then what’s the point to ask for help?

Id diagnose myself before

I let anyone else.

Id rather talk to God.

Then speak with someone I don’t know.

I’d rather call up family

Then to tell you all my secrets.

I’m not tryna hurt your spirit

I’m just trying to protect it.

You would last a minute in my brain.

So don’t accept it.

I know you want me can’t be friends.

Why’s it even matter if it don’t make sense?

I think I need the space just to be myself.

I’m just a different kinda person.

I don’t need you. And I don’t need your help.

If I tell you that I love you

Than I promise that I mean it.

If I tell you I don’t like you

It’s the truth and you believe it.

I’ve seen good people that change.

To someone that their not.

Abandoned all morality

And left me. Im forgot.

So don’t you

Try to take my baggage.

I will not let you have it.

My trust is very slim.

It was taken for all granted

By these fakers and these liars.

And the rules that they require

And the pain that they desire.

They just set my heart on fire.

I’m not ok.

The Devils just an uninvited guest.

That makes me feel depressed.

But you are not responsible.

To fix me is impossible.

To turn me is improbable.

This pressure is unstoppable.

To put it nicely

You are not my Savior

Quit the favors.

I don’t need this intervention.

I know you got good intentions.

But it comes across as judgement.

Don’t you try to serve me justice.

If you love me then you'll let me know.

And If you don’t just let me go.

I know you want me can’t be friends.

Why’s it even matter if it don’t make sense?

I think I need the space just to be myself.

I’m just a different kinda person.

I don’t need you. And I don’t need your help.