I've been thinking of things I should've said
Like the reasons why I can't go to bed
I have been stuck in a box of pure dispare thinking of the sadness I should've shared
You came to me and I had no answer I pushed you away like an unwanted paper
So i'm here to ask you a question,
Would you care if I told you the life i've been living?
Would you care if I told you the people i've been kissing?
Would you care if I told you the people i've been dissing?
I want to trust you but then again I can't
Why should I trust someone who doesn't give me a helping hand
I want to tell you all my secrets,
Isn't a teacher someone i'm supposed to put my faith in?
I want to tell you the path i'm taking
I want to tell you if i'm straight or if i'm gay and
I want to tell you if i'm gonna live another day.
Your contract stops you from listening up,
I just want you to know that my life isn't getting fucked up.
I dream of the day that I could intrust you with my life,
I dream of the day that I could introduce you to my husband or wife.
But first I have a question that I must ask twice,
Would you care if I come to you for major advice?
Would you care if I do what it takes to make my life?
The things I ask make me so afraid so I guess I will keep them to myself and pray
Pray that you will one day answer,
Teacher, why would you care?