I feel alone in this 'exaggerated' mess. Nobody will help me, and my joy becomes less. It's constant pain, one I can't break through. I've been making fantasies to keep myself away... Away from the truth... I yearn for help, but this feeling inside... It creeps into me; all I can do is hide. It doesn't relent, my wishes are still untrue... I just want some help, so... Are you? Are you the one who can help me? The one hearing my cries? Are you the one who can see me? See what's happening inside? I've unlocked my mind for those who can get through, Though the eternal song I sing is the key, The truth is how you get through to me. I need someone to talk to. I already have something to say. Nobody is willing to listen, Night or day. I need someone to speak with me. Someone I can entrust with the truth. I need someone I can talk to. Could it be you?
I wrote this song.
