Come to me when they need a friend, when they need some time to spend,
When they need a laugh or someone to listen.
When life has them down, they turn to me.
But they never ask if I’m okay,
Do you really know me?

You know the outside; a timid, and hesitant blonde girl.
Yet you seem to think you know everything about me,
My story and my past, but do you really know where I’ve been?
The last thoughts and worries that creep into my mind when I lay down to sleep?
Do you really know me?
Is it easy for you to tell when I’ve had enough?
Or when something ticks me off?
Can you tell what’s on my mind?
Can you see the scars I hold?
Do I really brush off your “playful” jokes?
Do you really know me?

Maybe it looks like there’s no pressure,
Like I know what my future holds and there are no questions on my mind.
Maybe it looks like I’m not scared,
And that I’m completely fine.
But is that really the truth?
Do I really have everything figured out?
Do you really know me?

When you look at me, what do you see?
Am I weak?
Am I strong?
Does it look like I know where I belong?
Maybe I’m too young to be stressed,
But maybe that’s a lie.
Have you noticed I’m confused?
That I’m still trying to figure out what to do.
Do you really know me?

Do you care when I’m happy?
About the things that make me smile?
Do you know what really makes me laugh?
What really makes me cry?
Do you really know me?

Did you know how tightly I hold on to memories,
Because they’re the only things that never change?
And how often I find myself looking at this picture of us,
Just to remind myself of everything that’s now gone.
Just to see over and over again how time takes everything away.
Just to relive the pain of knowing that nothing will ever be the same.
Did you know I constantly think about how fast time is flying by?
And how hard I try to hold onto things that are long over?
Do you really know me?

Have you ever even realized all these little things about me?
Or do you only see what’s skin deep?
Now please tell me,
Do you really know me?