You Don't Know Everything

When I was writing I'm Crazy, I thought of this. So I decided to post it up as well.

Am I like an open book? I tell my closest friends what goes on. You
think you know everything about my life when you aren't even close.
There are several things nobody knows, but you deny all of it. I'm
telling the truth. But you ask me what those things are, and I don't
want to tell because I'm uncomfortable about it. Then you judge me. I'm
sorry if you don't like me, or what I do, or whatever. But you are the
one that decided to be around me, it's not my fault. So take you're s**t
somewhere else because I'm not going to put up with it or else I'll do
something I'll regret. I don't want to live my life in regret...