Things just stick in my head
Like how when you don’t want to cry
And you are trying to hold it all in
You gently tug at the corners of your eye

Why are you holding it in?
Is it because you are in a room
A room so full of people
That you wouldn’t want it to show

I want to be there
If you want to cry
And not tug on the corners of your eye
Let it out, let me be there

I want to know
Why you were about to cry
And what you were thinking
To help you hold it in

You can tell me the saddest parts,
The saddest things in your life
And I would be there
And you wouldn’t have to hold it in.

But then again,
I barely even know you
To you I am just a name
Of someone you barely even know.