That's What I Thought, Too

Something tells me you somewhat know something i'm hiding.
what do my words say to you?
it's not okay to breathe this loud,
so excuse me whilst i whisper.
as ridiculous and overused as it may seem,
mistakes are always going to be made,
and nobody said growing up would or should be easy.
now let me tell you a little something about,
romance and friendships.
because they never last the way you'd want.
but this isn't a word of warning,
that would be cliched and contradicting,
it's likely that i'm just naive and i don't know any better.
so do me a favour and keep believing.
nobody need tell you you're wrong for having faith,
even if it seems misplaced.
don't try and imagine yourself in someone else's shoes.
everybody must learn on their own.
but do you take lessons from things that hurt you?
because i would if i could but i can't.
noises are heard without even being known what they are,
who causes the storm and settles the sand,
because they come and they go and it's difficult
to understand somebody that you hardly even know.
you'll never really know what's going to happen
if you don't ever take the risks.
i'm not trying to tell you what or how to act.
you're capable of deciding on that.
but everybody needs a bit of direction
and there's several things i could say that would fit,
and hundred reasons you're searching for it.
if i swear i saw these pictures breathe,
even though i know it's all me and this is in my head,
would you let me imagine things this way instead?
none of these words should be making any sense,
and if they do, you're over-evaluating.
but every second is a memory,
so maybe i'd just like to think nobody has empathy.
the words that i'm offered aren't what i deserve,
but something tells me you somewhat know something i'm hiding.
and if you tread on the ribbon of my dress let me know,
because i've got a bit of difficult with letting go,
see, i would if i could, but i can't.