The skie is the darkest blue
the stars are sparkling
just like our eyes
i don\'t understand some of the things you do
but you don\'t understand me
you say i\'m easy to read but sometimes i\'m not
you thinkyou know what i\'m thinkin
but sometimes your wrong
i don\'t mind it doesn\'t bother me
but i\'m not an open book
thats what people think
but i\'m not
i don\'t tell you everything
somethings i keep to myself
somethings i\'ve barried deep for not even me to know
so next time you think you know everything about me
think again
