When you look what do you see
Do you see what's really me
Or do you see what you want to see
The smile that hides the real me.

When you look what do you see
The hurt, the guilt, the memories.
Or do you see what you want to see,
The part I play not the real me.

When you look can't you see
This is my pain you hold the key,
Now when you look you really see
This is me yes the real me

Rev Joy Gartside