"If you looked at my life... and see what I see..." - Mary J. Blige; singer
You see, what separates me
Is that I can see what you see
But you haven't seen what I've seen
So you can't see what I see
I see a girl
That's so likely to go unseen
Because what she has in her jeans
Is unlike many others that's seen
But see she still goes unseen
The irony
Seeing what's inside of those jeans
Limits seeing her true being
You see when she looks in the mirror
She wants to see what they see
But see, the angles and curves she sees
Doesn't stop her from seeing misery
It seems...
Imagine if everybody that sees you
Seems to see such a dream
But you seeing so many nightmares
That you just wanna scream
See
They never see you
They never see what torments you
Seeing is believing
They'll never see you how you see you
But it seems
that even though people have seen
That things are rarely what they seem
She still goes unseen
Because seeing what's in those jeans
Limits seeing her true being