What do people see, When they look at me?
Do they see someone scared and frightened?
Or someone else strong and determined?
Am I just another face,
Someone who can't win a race?
There's someone new at every turn,
But what do people think they see,
When they seem to look at me?
Who am I really? I don't even know me.
That much is true, I know that when I look at you.
When I don't know what to do,
That's when I'll try to find you.
What do people see, When they look at me?
Am I someone they can pretend isn't real?
Am I someone who doesn't know what to feel?
Don't even know why I care,
But what do people really see,
When they truly look at me?