I push people away.
perhaps it's because I don't want them to know the secrets I hide
maybe it's because I'm afraid once they know my secrets they'll think of me different
or it might be because I want people to think I'm stronger than I really am
Whatever the reason it makes me lonely
leaves me pathetically wishing on a star or when the clock reads 11:11

wishing you could tell me you know I'm not okay when I smile through the tears
as we tilt back our heads and take another drink
I think maybe one day I'll tell you
but I know when I'm sober that will be just a distant memory
and you will become another thing I have pushed away