Sorry

I know you're just trying to be friendly cause you're a friendly person

And I know talking to me can be like talking to an automated answer machine with all my standard automatic answers

I know getting words our of me can be like trying to drag a truck over a wall

See a long ago I came to the conclusion that what I had to say was unimportant

Words I handed out were used to punch me in the face

People I gave my smiles to freely charged me for theirs and now I'm broke

The emotional labour of pushing through rejection became too much so I stopped

Problem is now I can't really start again

You ever tried walking up a steep hill dragging a house behind you?

That's exactly what this is with the hill being social situations and the house being my fears

Words do marathons in my head day and night but seem to completely run out of steam when they reach my tongue

So I'm sorry, I know you're just trying to be nice

And I feel bad I can't reciprocate the effort

But my past is heavy. I'm working on it though

Just don't give up on me, don't give up on me