Don't Know Me
By The Broken One Who Fixed It •
They think they know me.
But they don't.
They try to understand me.
But they can't.
I'm so sick of the "good-girl" image,
the "good-girl" everyone thinks I am.
If they only new all the things I do,
all the thoughts I think,
the good girl image would be no more.
They don't know me.
They don't know what I've been through,
the things I'm going through,
the things I'm going to go through.
Yet, they think they know everything about me.
Guess what, folks?
You're wrong.
Again.