If you knew the real me,
the one that stays up late thinking,
the one that has a hunger that can not be satisfied,
a thirst that can not be quenched,
would you still love me?
The one who’s mind travels anywhere but here at times.
The one that reads lips,
but hears nothing.
The one that wants to love,
but doesn’t want to commit to love.
That doesn’t know how to commit,
Would you still love the one that tries but fails,
time and time again?
Because they don’t understand?
That’s the real me.
The me you don’t know,