People think they know me. They think that I am the shy silent type, but that's just who I used to be. They don't know the true me. That people try to be me. Nobody could ever be any where close to being me. Everyone tries to fit in with the cool crowds but I don't because I don't give a damn what people think about me. As long as I know who I am then I shouldn't care and I don't care. Sure sometimes I get lost in this fantasy that I dream about all the time. I see a path and follow it to see where it goes. Guess what the path leads to your heart, and this dream tells me that you have opened your heart and let me in. So we could both love each other and save ourselves from loneliness.
