You Don't Know Me
Just another person
A face behind a screen
Haven't watched TV
Since 2015
A jack of all trades and a master of none
I know that I'm right, people tell me I'm wrong
Took a bad turn and the government banned me
Ain't a perfect version but my parents planned me
You don't even know me
You just act like you do
Behind my back with all your so-called friends
To be a part of the crew
I'd rather keep my self-respect
Better things to do
Ain't got the stones to say it to my face
Wouldn't want to be you
You seem familiar though
But I ain't seen you before
I'll come back in time and end your life
Won't run your mouth any more
I saw your ghost in the kitchen
You left your soul by the door
I found my keys on the window frame
Just locked you up in a drawer
You don't even know me
You just act like you do
Behind my back with all your so-called friends
To be a part of the crew
I'd rather keep my self-respect
Better things to do
Ain't got the stones to say it to my face
Wouldn't want to be you
Spineless cowardice it's easy to see
It might be your thing
It isn't for me
You put up a front from every angle and every degree
But when you look in the mirror
I know who you'd rather be
You don't even know me
You just act like you do
Behind my back with all your so-called friends
To be a part of the crew
I'd rather keep my self-respect
Better things to do
Ain't got the stones to say it to my face
Who would wanna be you?
A face behind a screen
Haven't watched TV
Since 2015
A jack of all trades and a master of none
I know that I'm right, people tell me I'm wrong
Took a bad turn and the government banned me
Ain't a perfect version but my parents planned me
You don't even know me
You just act like you do
Behind my back with all your so-called friends
To be a part of the crew
I'd rather keep my self-respect
Better things to do
Ain't got the stones to say it to my face
Wouldn't want to be you
You seem familiar though
But I ain't seen you before
I'll come back in time and end your life
Won't run your mouth any more
I saw your ghost in the kitchen
You left your soul by the door
I found my keys on the window frame
Just locked you up in a drawer
You don't even know me
You just act like you do
Behind my back with all your so-called friends
To be a part of the crew
I'd rather keep my self-respect
Better things to do
Ain't got the stones to say it to my face
Wouldn't want to be you
Spineless cowardice it's easy to see
It might be your thing
It isn't for me
You put up a front from every angle and every degree
But when you look in the mirror
I know who you'd rather be
You don't even know me
You just act like you do
Behind my back with all your so-called friends
To be a part of the crew
I'd rather keep my self-respect
Better things to do
Ain't got the stones to say it to my face
Who would wanna be you?
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen James Walker
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