All of the people that I care about care about me.
Through thick and thin, right? They really do care for me.
That’s why they couldn’t send me a birthday card this year or the last,
And instead send me tumbleweed and they’re second-hand crap.
Through thick and thin, right? These people stand by me.
When we’re at events together they make sure they’re upright and adjacent to me.
All of the people that I care about acknowledge the simple fact
That I am living and breathing. I live to appease not to attack.
That’s why they send me tumbleweed. They know that I won’t fight back.
They’ll keep giving me shit and I’ll keep taking their crap.
But I’m not a doormat. Not for anyone in fact.
If nobody’s there to start with then they can never leave or turn their backs.
Or maybe they’re just selfish to the core
Just like people who are kind and caring would be, I’m sure.
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