Call what you see, if you please.
Loser, creep, weirdo...
At least say it to me.
To me.
Me and not them,
Or them,
Or anyone,
Or everyone.
I try
So that you’ll ignore me.
I try
So that you’ll insult me.
I try
So that you’ll feel happy.
That’s what I’m here for, after all...
I’m a hugger, not a kisser.
And I hug
To share your tears.
I hug
To share your fears.
I hug
So that you’ll smile.
I hug
So you’ll break me with your embrace.
But at least you’re happy.
That’s what I’m here for, after all...