Not knowing
You don’t know
You just don’t get it
You don’t understand me
You don’t know nothing ‘bout me
But just and empty smile
And an endless road
You know nothing ‘bout pain
You don’t get hurt everyday like me
You can’t write meaning poems like I can
Because you know nothing ‘bout the world
Or your true feelings
You hide behind your so called friends
You know nothing ‘bout loneliness like I do
You don’t know why I cry
Have you ever tried to understand me
Or even ask why I scream and shout
You don’t think of anyone else but you
You stand in front of a mirror for hours’
Making someone up to impress people
Why do you hurt people for entertainment
Why do you stand there and laugh and point
When all you do is cry inside
Did you know that you don’t know the real you
When your covered up in make-up playing pretend














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the present's
just a pleasant
interruption to the past.
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