Our friends will think we’re cool.
They’ll be right about you, of course,
But I’m different.
I don’t know why I’m afraid,
However, I still hide away my authenticity,
I know that they’ll still love me.
Something about saying
“I’ve been lying to you for a certain amount of time,”
That’s laced between my words
Ties a number of knots in my stomach.
No, I should use words less sharp and refined than stomach.
Tummy is it.
I am still a child, after all.
You are, too, love.
They’ll be right about you, of course,
But I’m different.
I don’t know why I’m afraid,
However, I still hide away my authenticity,
I know that they’ll still love me.
Something about saying
“I’ve been lying to you for a certain amount of time,”
That’s laced between my words
Ties a number of knots in my stomach.
No, I should use words less sharp and refined than stomach.
Tummy is it.
I am still a child, after all.
You are, too, love.