i don't often share my hobbies with friends, you see
I'm afraid of shame.
I'm afraid no one will look at me the same.
Because I'm overreacting, and that's all i do,
And I know that they're right-
I know that they're right.
So I ignore it when my heart's set ablaze
Because all i ever seem to get is half-hearted praise...

And all I can hope for is to be the same.
Losing my desire to strive for the best
No one can hurt me if I never speak