You know my name
But you don’t know my story
You don’t know what I’ve been through
Or what I haven’t
What I’ve experience and what I will never
You know my name
But that’s doesn’t tell you my story

You see my smile
But not my pain
You see me happy and think I’m okay
When secretly I’m crying behind this cover
You think I’m happy with life
When actually I’m not, not the slightest bit
You see my smile
But that means you don’t see my pain

You notice my cuts
But not my scars
You notice those marks all over me
But I just tell you there from my cat
You don’t notice the scars they leave behind
Only there for me
Reflecting the pain I’ve been through
You notice me cuts
But you never see my scars

You can read my lips
But not my mind
I can say one thing
But think the complete opposite
I can tell you I’m happy
When really I’m sad
I can tell you nothing’s wrong
When everything’s wrong
You can read my lips
But you can never read my mind

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In my opinion, the best nights to spend with you are not nights when we have sex until 6 in the morning. The best nights are when you lay in bed next to me and you just talk. You talk nonsense. You compliment me without even thinking about it because you’re so tired. You say things that you normally wouldn’t say. Those are the best nights because you tell me you love me with such a sincere tone that there’s no way I can’t believe you. You tell me I’m beautiful. You tell me you’re so lucky to be with me. You just stare blankly at the ceiling and you say “I love you so much.” You just look so innocent. You wrap your arms around me and bury your head into my chest then you whisper, “I can’t wait until we can do this every night.” I can’t help but smile. Those are the best nights. Those nights will always be the best nights.