I always try to tell myself
Don’t get your hopes up.
Everyone’s the same, they say they can handle
Your madness this different kind of crazy.
So you let them in, get to close to quickly.
And like a spring rain they up and disappear.
With out a trace. No way for you to know
What you did wrong.
Was it something I said? Was it something I did?
Was that little peak at your madness
Just to scary for them to jump in?
But for some reason I always get my hopes up.
Whenever someone wants to talk
Even if it’s just for a few days
I always imagine maybe this could be it
And I won’t be alone.
But then I blink for a second to long
And they are already gone.
So I push that hope right back down
With a big old sip of sadness
One day my heart will listen to my mind
And I’ll finally understand
That I’m in this world alone
And maybe that’s just always been the plan.