you'd know that I'm not what I seem.
If you really knew me, you'd know that for the most part I'm all talk.
If you really knew me, you'd know that living with this brain injury is new for me too.
If you really knew me, you'd know that I'm doing my best. I quite often seem like I know what I'm doing when really, I have no fucking idea.
If you really knew me, you'd know that it's really hard for me to control my language and for that I'm sorry because I know it bothers you.
If you really knew me, you'd know that I'm scared out of my mind that I'm going to end up alone.
If you really knew me, you'd know that now I'm even more scared because I really thought we would work.
If you really knew me, you'd know that I just spent the last four hours asking my dad what he thought I should do because I really REALLY like you.
If you really knew me, you'd know that he told me to just move on, there'd be others.
If you really knew me, you'd know that I don't want to.
If you really knew me, you'd know that our definitions of faith need to be different because we haven't experienced the same things.
If you really knew me, you'd know that I never meant to offend you.
If you really knew me, you'd know that I'm not going to act one way to make us work.
We're going to work because we want to.
If you really knew me, you'd know that I can love the super geeky things.
You would just need to explain them to me.
Not because they're geeky, but because of my brain injury. That's what I was talking about when I said a lot of give and some take. Well half of what I meant. I was talking about give&take on my part. Give you all of my patience and love and then I could steal a kiss before home.
If you really knew me, you'd know that I'm trying. I thought you were okay with my language.
If you really knew me, you'd know that I'm trying.
If you really knew me, you'd know that I'm sorry.