I Want Somebody...

Trying to sleep but find I am unable. So many thoughts going through my head, so many things to decide.

I am currently listening to Depeche Mode - Somebody. I was 15 the first time I heard it at a friend's house and I fell for the song. Since that moment I considered it my song. Some used to say I was dreaming for wanting the type of person described in the song. I knew sometime, somewhere I would find that special somebody for me. For a long time, in fact more than 10 years, I have been unable to listen to this song that was at one time my favorite. Hearing it would bring me to tears, sobbing uncontrolably. I felt hopeless... I would never find that sort of love.

I wanted, I needed to hear that song, after I got of the telephone with someone a short while ago. I don't really know or fully understand why. I think that for the first time in longer than I care to remember, I don't feel that I cannot completely be myself with someone. I don't need to hide parts of my life in order for someone to care about me. I don't need to hide behind a veil of secrecy. I am no longer afraid to live.

I admit I did have tears in my eyes while listening to it, though not tears of sadness. For the first time in what feels like a lifetime, I know that someday I will have my somebody.



I want somebody to share, share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts, know my intimate details
Someone who'll stand by my side and give me support
And in return He'll get my support

He will listen to me when I want to speak
About the world we live in and life in general
Though my views may be wrong, they may even be perverted
He'll hear me out and won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking in fact he'll often disagree
But at the end of it all He will understand me

I want somebody who cares for me passionately
With every thought and with every breath
Someone who'll help me see things in a different light
All the things I detest I will almost like

I don't want to be tied to anyone's strings
I'm carefully trying to steer clear of those things
But when I'm asleep I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me and kiss me tenderly

Though things like this make me sick
In a case like this I'll get away with it