You think you know me,
you think you see me all the time.
But what you dont know is the real me.
What you see is just a picture,
what you think you know is all lies.
I've got a hidden identity,
nobody knows the real me.
They only see what I tell them.
According to them im pretty and smart,
im tall and thin, I've got money and style.
You say you love me
but you wouldn't if you knew the real me
that's why I have a hidden identity.
Nobody knows the pain and suffering that the real me goes through,
nobody realizes that I think about death everyday.
But that's all part of my cover up,
part of my hidden identity.
