I don't know you.
We've lived together for 16 years
And I don't know you.
We talk about so many things
Things that don't matter
But we never talk about the truth
How we feel,
What we like,
What we do,
Or anything real.
We pretend to learn something new
And not know it's a lie.
We'd rather hear stories
To make us happy,
To go one believing
We know each other better everyday.
But I still don't know you.
Sixteen years of talking,
And you don't know me either.