I think I sort of realize.
That I don't really like you.
I just wanna feel loved.
As if I mean something to somebody.
And for some odd reason.
I thought you would be that somebody.
Trying not to let depression take over.
But I want that one somebody.
Just to be there for me.
Somebody to be able to talk to.
And not have everything I say.
Be repeated to the whole world.
Somebody to make me feel okay.
To catch me as I fall.
To be there in my ruff times.
... And the good times too.
Somebody that I know won't leave me.
Because of my bad choices.
Somebody who won't lie to me.
'Cause no matter the circumstances.
The truth always feels better,
Even if it doesn't at first.
I don't want to live on a lie.
When I can move on with the truth.
Somebody to be there.
Somebody to love.
Who actually loves me back.
... Just somebody...
