I want to know now,
And I want to know the truth.
What do people like me do,
When they need a friend to talk to.
I know the answer for everyone else,
They find person like me.
Someone they can cry their soul out to,
But what about me?
What about me?
I know peoples darkest secrets,
And I hold a few of my own.
Where do I go to find a listening ear?
Where do i go for someone to here me out,
To tell me it's ok,
Or even find someone where it doesn't end up,
Us talking about them.
I guess I'm a special person,
I have the Patience to here you out,
To make sure you'll be ok.
But what about me?
