Some people think they know you
Some people think they care
Yet how often are their thoughts of you
When you are not that near?
If life were truly simple
As some people like to dream
Then why does each attempt at love
Only make me need to scream?
They think they understand me
They haven’t got a clue
My mind’s tied up in riddles
And I cannot make it through
Some people think they love you
Some people think they’re there
But if you haven’t told them
Do they know your need to share?
P.S Was just feeling temporarily poetic. I don’t usually like to rhyme. Sorry about that.