Do people reveal who they really are?
Or do they hurt you,and leave new scars ?Best friends swear they'll always be there,and care
Then another tells you "she doesn't even like your hair"True love smiles in your face
While behind your back , you've been replacedA parent swears they'll never do any harm
Then they get angry,and you wakeup with bruises on an armA child swears they will listen,and do what's right
Then they lie,and disappear into the nightSome people say,it's our secrets that make us who we are
If this is true , some have more than others by farThis makes me wonder,who do we really know
Maybe just a handful , who aren't afraid to let the real them show