Don't be a stranger to me ♡ sometimes I wander throughout the blank streets of my open mind and I come across a person who seems to know me so well I see their difficulties I share them but sometimes I wonder If people might get sick of me. What was I made for, anyway? I haven't got a clue. am I too much? am I annoying? I suppose I'll never know. I don't know my right hand from my left and I'll always be a mess but do I deserve a friend? I don't know. But I'm too scared that the person I know will run away because they don't like the person I am after I opened up And like a fallen rose I crumble night after night. Who am I? who am I? I don't know.
An overflow of my feelings inspired by the lyrics from scott street by phoebe bridgers. 'do you feel ashamed....?' 'when you call my name.....?'
