Sometimes I just want to talk,
tell you how I feel,
but that could never happen,
you expect me to be made of steel.
But I'm not Superman,
and I need someone to be there,
sadly you can't be that someone,
because you don't even care.
I need someone to listen,
to help me through this life,
but nobody reaches out,
so I reach out for my knife.
I just want someone,
to listen to what I say,
hear my words and understand,
that everything's not "ok".
I just want someone,
to tell me not to go,
to hold me while I cry and say,
"Yes, it's tough, I know."
