People only care for you,
if you are always there to do the same.
Friends only talk to you,
to share the good but never the shame.

I would like to tell you,
all the things that are within.
I would like to truste you,
but would not know where to begin.

You are always here for me,
but only when I'm there for you.
I'm never here, got somewhere else to be.
So when I turn to you, you got better things to do.

So as I conclude my feelings I'm alone.
No friends to turn to, not anymore.
So as I decide to leave my life, I'm on my own.
No one here to care, I have closed that door.