When we play a game, when you talk. As the weather changes and when we walk. Do you see me, or merely what I represent to you? Will it even matter, whatever I choose to do? When we share, when I hold your hand. Give you a shoulder, help you to stand. Do you see me, or merely what I represent to you? Is anything ever good enough, will you remember who? When I give my heart, when I open up about me. Talk for the first time, will you then finally see?