if I were you,
and you were me,
how happy then would I be?
I'd know how you feel,
and you I,
but would you be able to look me in the eye?
for you'd know my secrets,
all my lies,
the pain that I have left inside,
you'd find my scars,
the ones I hide,
I wear so promptly on my thighs,
they seem to never fade away,
but they will because one day I will drift away,
away to somewhere where I'll be damned,
maybe off to Neverland,
but if I were you,
and you me,
how happy then would I be?
I'd know how you feel,
and you I,
but would you be able to look me in the eye?