You Really Don't Know Me
You think you've got me figured out
and that is something i highly doubt.
You think you know who I really am.
You think I have some type of plan.
Everything I do, I do to make you proud
but it seems that you dont care
No matter how much i shout out loud.
All the time you peg me
as some ridiculed slut.
What is it you want from me?
because my mind is stuck in a rut.
I try to be perfect the way you want me to be
and i never really can be myself, me.
I know i havent been always been
the best person to know
but when I tell you the truth,
you tell me no.
Im not trying to be someone else
I dont want to change what I am
I am the lone book on the shelf
Never changing is my real plan.
I only want to make you proud
will you let me?
Will you open your eyes and see what im trying to be?