You go and open your heart for someone you think will understand you,
But then once they have seen in your soul they laugh,
You try to explain and they just don't get it...
You think why?
Why did I open my heart?
Why did I let them read my soul like a book,
But obviously the book was written in a different language because they just don't understand.
You think maybe someone out there will understand?
But will you ever know for sure?
Will you ever find them?
Will they ever find you?
Or will you just pass them by with not another thought on them?
