My friends don't know me.
I'm not who they think I am.
Most friends help eachother, If I looked to a friend for help, they'd laugh and mock me.
What I want is someone to listen.
Someone to care.
Someone to tell me there secrets.
I'm not different.
I just don't hide what I am.
Imagine it, freedom.
Freedom to express;
How you feel.
What you want.
Why you're hurting.
What you love.
Someday I'll have someone.
Someone, I can trust my feelings with.
Someone who won't go telling everyone my private feelings the second we fall out.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
My friends don't know me.
I'm not who they think I am.
Most friends help eachother, If I looked to a friend for help, they'd laugh and mock me.
What I want is someone to listen.
Someone to care.
Someone to tell me there secrets.
I'm not different.
I just don't hide what I am.
Imagine it, freedom.
Freedom to express;
How you feel.
What you want.
Why you're hurting.
What you love.
Someday I'll have someone.
Someone, I can trust my feelings with.
Someone who won't go telling everyone my private feelings the second we fall out.
