You are somewhat glad your friends don’t know what you are going through. After all, you don’t even want them too….

You make some lame excuse, and as always they buy it. And as you leave your group, I wonder at your silence.
I see you walk my way, there’s so much that I want to say.
But don’t cause I’m afraid.
I meet your eyes once again, I want so much to call you friend.

You’re still walking, I say ‘Hello.’. And in my eyes you sense I know. As you walk away, you know you aren’t alone…