Nobody knows the real me.
Nobody knows how many time I cried alone in my room when nobody was watching.
Nobody knows how many times I lost hope.
Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head when I'm sad.
How terrible they truly are.
I just want to love and to be loved.
I know deep inside that The Perfect Man is exist.
I just have to be strong.
And keep my faith.
Or maybe I don't need it to perfect.
Or maybe I just need a lover.
Someone that actually loves me.
Someone that actually cares about me.
Someone that is afraid of losing me.
I am tired of being sad.
I am tired of being lonely.
I am tired of feeling useless.
I am tired of being tired.