It very well could be that I don't really mean what I say,
and it could very well be that I don't really say what I want.
It very well could be: I'm just one out billions,
but to whom should I say these things?
It very well could be that nothing you see is really there.
It very well could be: I'm so sad like I was before.
It very well could be: I'm just one out billions,
but to whom should I say these things?
Are you for real,
or are you really not?
Do you see things like them,
or do we see things like one?
Are you for real,
or are you just acting for me?
Are you for real,
or are you really not?
Do you feel like they do,
or do you feel like me too?
Do you really want it
or are you just doing it for me?
Are you really the one for me? / Are you just like this because of me? (slight play on words?)
Whether or not you believe it,
you will never be a part of me;
and should it be that you became like me,
you'd never be here at all,
and you'd know right well
that I'm just one in a billion
and you'd need not even ask.