Nov 26, 2006 13:10
If I could tell you how I feel,
I probably wouldn't really be feeling that way.
If you really knew me,
you probably wouldn't have to ask.
If I really cared if you knew,
I would have told you before you asked.
If I really wanted you to know,
you would...
Keep smiling or I might not tell you anything at all,
truth or lies, jokes or not,
you might never know me the way I want you too.
You might only see what you think is there,
in your infinite ignorance.
but then,
that's not all that upsetting to me.
because ultimately
you
don't
matter
at all. but
I do
and I think I'm
beaut
i
ful
don't you?