I have this overwhelming desire to sneak out whenever I find myself in a foreign bed or couch. Despite plenty of soft kisses and cuddling, I just knew he wasn't the "lets grab breakfast" type. So in order to avoid the awkwardness of the morning I just left while he was still sleeping.

I cried every mile home. It was a soft cry. I never want to burden anyone, except myself. I could never just call someone and let them know my spirit is broken and I don't feel value anymore. I barely allow myself to experience these feelings. If I indulge in them, it is done in a secret place. There used to be a time when I was able to open up, to have my soul mate hold me when I was weak. But those days are long gone. Now, its just me. I make these decisions, knowing full well the emotional repercussions that follow. A one night stand with a stranger I met at a bar? I would have never done this a year ago. I feel as though my heart doesn't matter. Love will never find me again. Being in the arms of a stranger for a night is better than being alone.

The song is repeated, you will never know me, you will never know me.