Just one day I would like the floor
Maybe some one will have time
Next time I open the door
I won't have to pretend everything's fine.
I talk about my problems and worries
And they can listen and hear
Without me having to say any sorrys
I can say what I want without any fear.
Hope they pay attention without affiliation
'I have a story about that',
I don't want to hear, listen to me speak fact
This isn't bull this is real world crap
I hope for someone to listen
It's not easy being me, I hope that they can see.
Somedays I feel I have no friends
When there all around me talking to the ends,
Of their smoke sometimes I feel my life is a fucking joke.
Listen someone for fucksake
It's not like I'm asking for birthday cake
But I get involved and pretend I'm fine
I just hope there's someone better at the door next time
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