Yeah, yeah, you think you know me?
Nope, you don't.
You don't know me at all.
I'm not always the happy, hyper girl you see.
I'm not always laughing or playing around.
There's a side of me that I rarely show.
This is the side of me that is weak, sad, angry.
I don't show this side because it makes me vulnerable.
You can't know me, truly know me,
Not if you haven't seen this side.
This is the side of me
That cries in the middle of the night, hot tears down my cheeks,
That causes me to hurt myself and almost enjoy the pain.
I hide this part of me well.
I don't let you see this part of me,
Not unless I like and trust you.
This side of me, the weakness, anger, and depression,
I hate it and hide it.
The happiness you see,
It's nothing more than a cover, a shield.
The laughter you so often hear,
It just hides my tears, keeps them inside.
You can never know me unless...
Unless you've seen this side of me,
And find out why this side exists.