You tell me that you're my best friend You've come to that conclusion on your own Without asking me how I felt About you presuming you know me so well You don't know half of me Believe me, I'll never tell
We talk about our past Our future Our present You say "you turned out okay" I'm glad I come off that way But honestly my dear, You don't know
You don't know about my storms You don't know about my darkness You don't know about my climb You don't know about my descend