[Intro]
(Tell me... does he know?)
(Does he see what I see?)
(Or does he only see the parts you let him?)
[Verse 1]
Does he know the way you disappear,
when the whole damn world gets loud?
Does he hear the things you never say,
hidden underneath your doubts?
Does he know the war behind your smile,
the darkness you disguise?
Or does he only love the version
you show to everyone outside?
[Pre-Chorus]
He can hold your hand...
he can stand by your side...
But he'll never know
the storms you keep inside.
He'll never find
the pieces you hide away...
The ones you only showed me
when you couldn't be okay.
[Chorus]
He's not me...
He'll never know the chaos,
the fire underneath your skin.
He'll never hear your silence,
or the battles you keep within.
He'll never learn the language
hidden behind your eyes.
He'll never meet the girl
who thought she had to hide.
And maybe he loves you...
maybe he really does...
But he'll never know you
the way I always knew you.
[Verse 2]
Maybe he believes he saved you,
maybe that's enough for him.
But I would've stayed
through every scar,
every broken edge,
every place you've ever been.
I never needed perfect...
I never asked you to change.
I loved the parts you buried,
the ones you were afraid to name.
[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me...
when you're lying next to him...
Do you ever miss the moments
where you didn't have to pretend?
[Chorus]
He's not me...
He'll never feel the thunder
before your storm begins.
He'll never understand
why you run from the ones who stay.
He'll never know
your favourite songs,
your midnight thoughts,
your hidden pain.
He'll only know
the pieces you show...
I knew the ones
you tried to hide away.
[Bridge]
Maybe I lost you...
Maybe I always would.
But if loving you
was my mistake...
I'd make it
a thousand times again.
Because some people
leave a mark...
And some people
become part of you.
[Chorus]
He's not me...
And maybe that's okay.
He can stand where I once stood,
he can hold you in my place.
But he'll never know
the girl I knew...
The one behind the walls,
the one who needed someone
to stay.
Because loving you
was never about winning...
It was about seeing you...
When you couldn't see yourself.
[Outro]
(Tell me he loves you...)
(Tell me he sees you...)
(Tell me... he's enough.)
Beexii
