They think they know me,
But really they don't have a clue,
I smile, then laugh, but really I'm dying inside
They think I'm fine
In this own little world of mine
But really they don't have a clue,
My mind races as they stare
What if they know?
What would they do?
Would they talk to me?
I really hope they don't have a clue
What if they saw these scars of myne what would they do?
