And we always are nothing more than who we are, it doesn't matter how much we seem to have changed.
So, who am I ?
A solitary girl, which has friends she tries so hard to keep, to make them love her instead of just being herself ?
Affraid that they just could not accept her as she really is ?
Affraid to love, and of being loved, because to love someone means to be ourselves, purely, trully. And by now, affraid to give trust to someone else than herself ?
So much people in this world try to be something, while they could became someone...
I don't know who I am, it's true. Will I know one day ? Does this really matter ?
I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you
But who can decide what they dream?
And dream I do...