You've Come Looking

You expect me to agree with your ways
Though how I wish you'd be able to see
That having an opinion is not unnatural
That's life, and that's just me.
When you can't find an explanation, you panic
Search possible places I could have shown,
But I can't tell you, for I don't even know
And its something I need to work out on my own.
I won't pretend, nor hide how I feel
But know that my feelings will not be opened wide,
There are things you should know i feel about what you do
And others will stay inside.