You think

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
‘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
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
‘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
it’s not what they think
it’s how You think of me