I think I know these people When they are only real to me Because I made them alive But only in my head When their memories started to fade from mine I put them onto paper I made them characters They made me feel safe Like I wasn't alone But I was, and I didn't know
I think I know these people That I see in my daily life But when I look at them They all start to fade away Because these people are not who I think they are They are people that I never knew Because I never bother to hear their story When I was so caught up in mine Turns out every person I thought I knew was a lie
I think I know When someone is sad Or they are hurting But I just look at them With a saddened look in my eye And walk away Waving goodbye To the people I think I know The people who know everything about me Know every detail right down to my soul When I don't really know them Because I am so self-involved
I don't think that I am self-involved, but I do know that I know people like I think I do. But I know that everyone comes with a story, and sometimes those stories are something like a tragedy.