Third Person

I say that I'm different, But I just want to be like you, and all of my character make up, just want you to approve. I can't please everyone. God knows I've tried. All I want now is to be by your side.
I just want you to hold. I need a shoulder to cry on because I could never live up to you. Sometimes I wonder why.
There's got to be something, for the place inside, and for this depression that has caused me to hide. Because I want someone with me, but what dose that mean? This person is searching, he's looking for me.