If I could see the things you think of me,
Would I like the thoughts I see?
If your heart was completely open,
Would I see it whole or broken?

I sometimes think that it would be a good idea
To be able to know for sure what people thought of me.
But when I think it through I have great fear
That I would uncover a side of me I did not want to see.

If I saw myself through your eyes,
Would I recognise the person that I saw?
Or would it be a complete surprise,
To find that I had such an obvious flaw?

I thought it would make life easier if I knew before I spoke
That you were in a good or an argumentative mood.
But on reflection I would feel deprived of our
Apologetic arms embracing after we had argued.

If I knew what you really thought
Of those little gifts that I had bought,
Would it help me buy a better one?
Or would it simply spoil the fun?

It gives me a thrill to imagine that I could hear you think.
Or suppose that we could share our minds completely as one.
But there would be no drawing back from that brink.
Once the experience had been shared, it could not be undone.

But what would it feel like to think as you?
What would I look like if I viewed things as you?
What is it like being you?
What would it be like not being me?

I'm never going to know.
I don't think I want to know.