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Seldom Cared

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a million miles an hour
my life passes by my eyes
quickly I could reach out my hand
to grab a little piece
I'm scared at what I may see
if I pull my hand back in
a failure, a mistake, a scar
is this why I can't open my eyes

because it seems like people seldom cared
about the things which make up me
so what would it matter anyway
if I never showed myself

I care and seldom told anyone
that I need to reach out my hands
you could take them and show me around
I could use the needed friend

because it seems like people seldom cared
about the things which make up me
so what would it matter anyway
if I never showed myself

I could open up myself
to show exactly who I am
but I'm just not so sure
that I could deal with pain