And I wanna talk to somebody!
Tell them my frustrations and agonies and failures,
I wanna scream and cry and tell them the story of my hopes and dreams,
Have them talk back and understand me,
But I'm just a hopeless writer in this world who keeps one wondering on and on and on,
I keep writing,
And maybe somebody is gonna hear my writings,
I mean read,
Read and read and read,
Cause by the end of this life all I'm gonna be is a dusty book,
With those thick warm pages full of words,
Maybe comfort someone, or pull at their heart strings and make them think,
I just want this world to hear!
Hear my silent cries and worn out whispers in the night,
When I had no one!
And also hear my dying laughter,
Those moments I couldn't breathe!
But see nobody notices,
Or sees,
This lonesome quiet reader