There is so much secrecy in our tiny little world, ne?
I wonder, when you hear about my life..
Do you worry about me like I worry about you?
Or do you just shrug it off and say
"Oh, she'll pull through on her own."
Do you ever see me?
I mean really see me.
Do you ever look into my eyes, beyond the mask?
Do you ever think about doing that?
Do you even care?
Do you ever notice my smile?
Do you see anything that it covers up?
Do you care about my feelings?
Your mouth says yes.
But have you ever thought about it?
Do you even know me anymore?