The Real Me
Disclaimer: I don't own digimon...lalala... if I did, you would see some Mimato going on... ^^
They all think they know me
They think I'm a ditz and not smart
But the thing they don't see
Is my really big heart.
They think all I care about
Is my clothes, nails, and hair
But would this group still be alive?
If I were not there?
They think I can't help them
In the things they always do
It's probably because they think I'm dumb
And not worth talking too.
I really wish that they could see
Past this cheap disguise
That I had made so long ago
This disguise made up of lies.
Long ago I thought
That if people saw who I am
They'd see a messed up person
And they wouldn't give a damn.
They wouldn't care who I was
Or what I might have done
They wouldn't care if I was bored to death
Or if I had any fun.
But my plan backfired
And now they don't like me anyway
They still don't care what I do
They still don't care what I say.
I realize now that I was wrong
And that I should by truthful to everyone
I should tell them how I am
And I won't stop until I'm done.
I'm not a ditz, I can think for myself
And I'm not dumb, I'm very smart
I don't only care about my nails and hair
I have a very big heart.
I can hold a conversation
And I know what they're talking about too
And if you still think I'm ditzy,
Then that's too bad for you.
In truth I really care about everyone
Not just me, you see
So I sincerely wish that the others
Would see past to the real me.
