I wonder if you check up on me in ways I don't know.
Then I think that it's not like you to do those kinds of things
And that it's just me that does that.
I wonder if you can tell when I'm lying with the words "I'm fine."
And then I remember that you listen to my voice, and you can't see my face.
I wonder how sad I can be with you
because I love you and I'm happy
but I'm not with you.
I wonder if I'm really only what makes me sad
Then I know that I am
because I think and think and think
And that's what makes everything hurt most, I suppose.
The deeper you dig, the more you reveal, the more you hit, the more it hurts.