What do you see when you look at me?

When you look at me
what do you see?

Do you see a happy girl,
Or someone who's been hurt?

Do you see my smile
or the tears that I cry?

Do you see who I pretend to be
or can you see the real me?

What you see
Is not what you get.

What you see
Is all just pretend.

No one knows,
No one can tell.

I think I'll keep it that way.
It's easier.

What do you see
when you look at me?

Will you ever see me
or will you see what you want to see?

I don't know
I guess I never will.

But that's ok...