If I know myself better than anyone else does,
Why is it that people can tell me how I feel,
When I am not even sure?
Why is it that they know,
What is best for me, when I have no idea?
Why is it that others can read me like a book,
When I change all the time,
And I’m never really sure?
So, do people know me, better than I know myself?
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