I've made a few good friends, They are more like me, than I am. I like to hide behind them, When i'm searching for myself. They welcome my confessions, Embrace my imperfections Point there mirrors in my direction, When i'm searching for myself. I have learned what to be affraid off, My dead is not on that list, But if one day, i'll have to burried them, I'll have no one to share this sorrow with They mapp out all my options, In the thoughts that I get lost in, I don't listen all that often When i'm searching for myself. I have learned what to be affraid off, The thing I fear above all else, Is if they leave me here behind, I might never find, myself I've made a few good friends