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I feel the need to run
Into the open arms of a stranger
And be held while I cry
The tears that were welling
For years while I endured the worst
The beatings and 'tender love'

I feel the need to scream
All my fears and weaknesses
Into the welcoming darkness
The fears of being used
Of being taken for granted
Screaming about hatred and pain

I feel the need to be loved
Beyond set boundries
With compassion that outlast the years
With passion that never existed before
By a complete stranger
Who knew a pain like mine

I feel compelled to tell the truth
To anyone who will listen
Letting secrets pour from trembling lips
And lies spring forth from locked memories
Not caring who knows
Only hoping a stranger will hear

I need to be found again
While I lay here broken and dirty
Praying for a stranger to fix me up
And maybe polish me too
Anything would be fine
Just let me work again

I could wait forever for a friend
I could sit and set my standards
Or I could talk to strangers
Talk to random people passing
Hope that someone knows a pain like mine
And maybe let me help them too