You know me so well | each and every part | so much better than i know myself | every layer of my heart | but it’s different with the world | i won’t let anyone come in | can’t let them know about my sin
‘cause what will the think of me | when they finally see | this little girl they know | doesn’t let her bruises show | what will the think of me | when they finally see | this little girl they know | doesn’t let her bruises show |what will they think of me
the pastor speaks | and i hang my head | so low i hope that | they will look at him instead | that man who left his wife and kids | so many years ago | no longer putting on a show | he’s let the congregation know
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and who am i to think that i’m more righteous than the rest | that i might stand a little straighter when You put me to the test | i’m lying when i tell myself i have to be the best | that’s not what they expect
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it’s not what they think | it’s how You think of me is
