Don’t act like you know me,
even if you know my name.
You don’t know what I’m thinking,
it’s just not the same.
You don’t know what I feel inside,
or what’s in my head.
You don’t know who I love,
or who I wish was dead.
You think you know everything about me,
but you don’t know what I don’t tell.
I’ll let you think you know me,
but you only know my shell.
You don’t know why I cry at night,
you don’t know why I bleed.
You don’t know what’s in my heart,
that’s something you can’t see.
So next time you decide,
that you know me through and through.
Think of everything I won’t tell you,
you don’t know me like you think you do.