You'd know why I hate smiling while you're right there and your eyes aren't looking at mine
You would hear all my stories that I only tell God when I pray
and you wouldn't ask me why all the time because you would know exactly why
You'd understand why I try to only eat when I'm at home
You'd know why I fell in love with him, and why I fell out
If you really knew me you wouldn't ask me why or when. & you wouldn't ask who or what...
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