Hiding in my hair once again,
pretending not to care,
fear of falling,
lies filled with so much truth,
if only you knew what I was thinking,
I'll never say my thoughts,
and you'll keep thinking you've got me figured out,
which I'm really beginning to find so funny,
just because you've been around for a year,
doesn't mean you know everything,
you make sure I know it's my fault,
but the truth is was that really my intentions,
you seem to believe you know me so well,
so let's play a game,
if I jumped off a building,
what would my intentions be then,
to watch a chain reaction,
or to prove I'm not the person you think you know,
if you know me so well,
then why am I crying about something I've done,
especially since like you said,
I could careless about anyone,
but me,
so my question is,
"do you really know me?"
