I close my eyes and dream of faces , faces I dont even know , I dream that they are talking to me and I let my feelings show .
And when I lay up at night and think about these dreams, I realize that my life really is nothing as it seems.
They dont know how I want to live , or what I aspire to be , but most of all what they dont know is that I wish they could see
All I really want right now is someone to care , just to sit and listen to my voice and to feel the relief of having someone to share.
But these words I m writing are just an idea , they are nothing out of the blue. I m just sitting here talking to myself , waiting for someone to talk to .
