i hate not being able to tell me friends things
i keep it all bottled up and then i end up crying anyway
and not from the heart break of knowing we’ll never be together
but the feeling of ‘doubt’
like i ‘doubt’ they’ll understand
or
i ‘doubt’ they’ll support me
or
i ‘doubt’ they’ll feel the same way
my heart is filled with doubt
they’re my friends i should beable to tell them anything, right?
wrong sometimes they dont understand me
no one can understand a person if they arent open to their friends
i’m not an open person
i’m like a book with a lock
find the key and i’ll open up
haven’t found it?
we’ll i lost it someone has it and when they come along i’ll know who they are
because i’ll beable to tell them anything