I've always been the type not to care,

I was broken so many times I learned to stand square.

People always leave,

It's a repeating fate that I believe.

My feelings are drained and so is my soul,

Or at least that's my messed up goal.

You will be pulled in by my glamor disguised story,

But when you uncover the truth you will no longer see the glory.

I have nooks and crannies form past battles and scars that most will never see.

After knowing this you can play the game cautiously.

Or you can back away,

I'll understand.

Some one to stick around is something I'll never demand.