Seeing what you want to see,
But they’re always the wrong things
Never knowing who you want to be
Judging others before you know,
People think things they don’t show
But that’s something you still don’t know
You think people mean what they say
Sometimes I only wish it was that way.
Well, not now. Maybe a different day.
People have more than one face
You’re no exception in that case.
So you can’t judge. It’s not your place.
You don’t see, don’t know my mind.
If you thought, there’s much you could find
But you don’t, you’re so blind.
I’m not who you think I am, but you don’t realize.
Self righteous and cocky. That’s what you are.
You think you’re perfect. Sorry, dear, not by far.
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