In my mind,
In my dreams,
I'm screaming.
And it seems
As if no one tries
To hear me,
To listen,
To understand clearly,
Since no one can really see
Or understand the character in me.
I guess that's why I'm so lucky
To come to the bus stop and see
You there, just waiting for me.
Not to make it sound wrong, but
talking to you really makes me happy.
Yeah we got other friends, but
somehow,
Fate intends
For us to be really close-
As in be friends forever,
And God willingly never
End up growing apart,
Or it would probably break my
heart,
But I'm sure our friendship will go
far.
