You Don’t Know

You don’t know you can’t know
underneath the bleeding flesh
we’re not the same thing on the inside

maybe blood maybe bone
but underneath the bleeding flesh
we’re not the same thing on the inside

I don’t have a light like you do
I don’t have a thing that makes me shine
I don’t have a heart like you do
Don’t have a way to make you mine.

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