Inside of Me

I just don't quite understand
what everyone sees inside of me.
It's not like I've got a good person inside,
just dying to break out free.

Never did I ask a guy's reasoning
for why he wants to be together.
Until I finally got fed up of knowing
why they wanted to be my lover.

Every time, I'd hear the same
"I like your personality" lies.
For once I want to know the things
so likable behind my eyes.

Every once in a while, though,
there will be someone who comes along
and gives me an explanation
opposite from the rest of the throng.

As random and phony as it sounds,
it fulfills exactly what I want to know.
Never will I result to going
by instinct, blow by blow.

It doesn't matter who tells me,
as long as my mind is finally free
of the mad desire for me to know
what everyone sees inside of me.