You'Re Not Me

You don’t do what I would do When it comes to many things. You don’t see the way I see, You don’t have my wings. You stay cemented to the ground When clearly you could fly… And you don’t see the things you miss When you don’t even try. You don’t do what I would, And you don’t have a clue - That the things you miss do so much hurt. It makes me sad for you. I know that you are not me, You don’t know the things I know. You only see what’s in front of you, Not things that aren’t shown. Sometimes it’s what’s hidden. It’s what just isn’t said. It’s things that are conveyed inside, Inside a persons head It’s often written on their face, Or etched across their heart. Displayed in brilliant fashion, That you‘ve broken them apart. But to see what you are doing When you forget to care, You have to look much deeper Than you would ever dare. So I guess you’ll never really know Unless you one day change… Until you really think things through You’ll always be the same. 2008