If you really knew me,you would not call me names.
If you really knew me, you would not play these childish games.
If you really knew me, you would not do all the things you do.
You would know why I cry and boo-hoo.
If you really knew me, you would stop discriminating, tantalizing, and you would stop everything.
You would see how bad I cry every night.
And how I sometimes hate my life.
Now picture this in your mind,
no home,
no hope.
The ony place to go is to the comfort and secureness of one's own thoughts.
I plot and I plot.
Close your eyes.
No really, close your eyes.
Now picture this insight.
Confusion and uncertainty to everything that comes about.
Scared of everything that's around.
Open your eyes now.
Look at the crowd.
Wipe away your tears, think about your greatest fears.
And think to yourself, if they really knew me.