What did you mean When you said you wanted to get to know me Were you interested in my faults? Or did you just go for the virtues Did you want to know the vices? Or the accomplishments were just enough
What did you mean When you said you liked me Did you like my scars? Or you were just attracted to the niceness outside Did you like my brokenness Or you just wanted me when I was put together
What did you mean When you said you understood me Did you know what I was really made of Or you just took the facade I put on for show Could you really feel the pain, or the joy?
What did you mean When you said you knew me Did you know my vulnerabilities Or you just knew my fake confidence Maybe you knew my weaknesses But what did you do about them Did you know when I was really sad Or happy, or angry And was trying to hide it from the world? Did you know what I really needed To make me feel better? Did you know how I wanted to enjoy my moments? Did you even know what those moments were? Did you know when I was truly myself Or when I was really trying hard to control myself And when all these feelings came easy? Can you describe where I'd be If I'd disappeared? Can you really give a true testimony of me?