Sometimes I wonder what goes through her mind.
Sometimes I wonder what she sees.
Sometimes I wonder just how blind
I really seem to be.
Sometimes I see that she's reading.
Sometimes I see that she has a new book.
Sometime I see her and think
Am I really as dumb as I look?
She seems to be so calm and patient.
She seems to have no flaws.
She seems to know the situation.
But is she really like that at all?
I know she may seem perfect.
I know she can act sweet.
I know she's not I suspect
Because the perfect one is me.
