I Don't Think You're Special
I’m not really sure who I am.
There so much about me that is still unknown.
So to stand there and say you understand me,
I know you couldn’t be more wrong.
I don’t understand you,
I don’t understand anything you say.
A mass of lies and pathetic smiles,
My tears wash away everything.
I lied to myself just now,
I know who I am, I figured it out.
I may not know everything; I’ve still got much to learn.
But something you have to face is,
Getting to know me
Is something you will
Never earn.
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