There is a reason I don't tell you things
And I know that it is difficult to understand,
But I don't do it to hurt you.
I swear it's not some kind of plan.
I know I expect too much when I ask
To know what's going on in your life.
Why should you tell me
If I'm not even open about mine?
I know you keep thinking that
I'm not telling you this on purpose.
It's not that I don't want to,
It's just that I'm scared to…
I don't know how you'd react
If you knew what's really happening in my head.
I'm not even sure if I can tell my best friends
And you want me to tell you instead?
Maybe I should give you a glimpse of my thoughts,
But I'm too paranoid to take a leap of faith.
What if things change too much?
I just don't want you to look at me with hate.
I know you would try to help me
Because that's just the type of person you are.
But I already have enough people worrying about me,
I don't need you to go that far.