Living in a world
Where people think they know me
How can they know me
If i dont know myself
Sometimes i feel like I'm all alone
Even when theres so many around
I sit around being quiet
Writing my thoughts on paper
It seems to get my feelings out
Then i wonder why i write
When noones going to find the paper
I'm gone
Nones forgot me yet
They put me away
For my new life in eternity
They come to search my house
Theres this piece of paper
With the writing of how i felt
They still think they know me
Now i understand
They did know me
I was everything they knew me for
But i never noticed
Who i was
