I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely. How appropriate that I write this to myself.

All the things that you said when you thought I wasn't there,
I just tell them to my corner, 'cause no one else would care.
That way, when I'm with you, I can keep a cheerful face,
But for the moment, I really just need some space.

What if all everybody needed in the world was to be sure of one friend? What if you were the one, and you refused to say those simple words?

Sometimes its not the strength but gentleness that cracks the hardest shells.

Why am I trying to look for someone when I can't even find myself.

Feeling and careing are often overlooked and are seen simply as kindness