If you really knew me you’d understand why.
You’d get why I’m hurting you’d get why I cry.
If you really knew me you’d see through my facade
you’d see that sometimes I can be a bit odd.
If you really knew me you would see that I try,
I make mistakes, but I still get by.
If you really knew me you’d stick by my side,
you’d love and you’d help me, you’d stick for the ride.

You were sitting there, all by yourself.
I was standing with a book in my hand, across the hall.
It took some time for me to notice you.
Of course, you didn't catch my eye right away.  
At first I thought, ‘awkward eye contact’.
And when I looked up again, you were still staring at me.
That was a bit creepy, until I saw this smile playing on your lips.
Your face was hard to read then, and is even now.
The way your eyes glowed in the shadows of the dark walls.
The kind of sound you made when you laughed, out loud.
The silvery voice that is so mysterious when you spoke.
Every little detail is up there in my head, never fading.
I wasn't planning on telling you all of this, about how I felt.
But I often had caught myself saying, “if only you knew”