You don't know what it's like

You don't know what it's like to be me.
This sadness in my eyes -- you can't feel it.
This weakness in my heart -- you can't see.
No, you don't know what it's like to be me.

To face the staring eyes and the questions,
To feel guilty for something so pure.
To find hardship in simply being...
No, you don't know what it's like to be me.

To think of your future -- uncertain.
To hide truth from those who care.
To smile when you'd rather be grieving...
No, you don't know what it's like to be me.

No, you can't understand my position
Why I cry at night with no tears
Why I hurt deep inside but can't show it,
Why the world is something to be feared.
Why my blissful dreams turn to nightmares
Because simple people just don't understand,
Why I'll walk alone, though with others,
But for the fact that I can't hold her hand.
No, you don't know what it's like to be me.

So take a walk in my shoes, and then maybe you'll see
That the pain in my eyes and that crack in my heart
Come from people, not understanding.