You made a fool out of me.
Now all these people won’t let me be.
I never asked for a handout,
Nor do I need their sympathy.
Sometimes people just… leave.
But I can make it on my own,
Alone I might have a fighting chance
Of learning to love myself again,
Since asking anything of you became a sin.
And my biggest transgression was
trusting that I could let someone in.