We never really know what’s going on in others’ minds
We make assumptions, think we see behind the blinds
A person playing games with you might say that this is so
But on the inside things are different, and only they will know
This is why you’ll never really know a person, true
You’ll only know the person they decide to show to you
It’s also why the ones who live life real, they can atone
Because they are sincere at night: the ones who cry alone
How the World Should Work 