Knowing
For me to claim I know you;
Would be a lie through and through;
The only you I happen to know;
Is the one you let me to;
And I know it isn't all yourself;
No one ever quite shows this;
And it may be there's a couple of things;
I might have happened to miss;
I don't know all your secrets;
But you don't know all of mine;
Yet I know the way you tilt your head;
And smile at me all the time;
I know the way you like your drinks;
And the way you like to dress;
I know your favorite sports teams;
And the things that you will miss;
I know you think you care too much;
And you'll hurt me bad someday;
But that's one thing I know for sure;
You would never be that way;
I know you quietly go around;
Encouraging everyone;
And you never take quite enough credit;
When at last the day is done;
I've seen the way you hang your head;
When you think no one is looking;
And it kills me just to know;
I'll never know for what you're searching;
You've go that sweet kind smile;
That tells me that I'll never know;
The many pains you've been through;
Nor the heartaches that you've known;
I know there's been a time:
When you have felt betrayed:
And I'll do my best I hope you know;
So you'll never feel this way;
But I'll stay right here at your side;
Through the rainstorms and the fire;
Because is there's one thing I know about you;
It's that you don't know me either.
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