I see your faces, the silent laughs as I walk past.
You think no one can see.
The glass closet that you dwell in restlessly…
Cause you know as well as me that as easily as you see me I see you too.
And it doesn’t take much for that glass to crack and fall through.
And expose who you truly are.
Absolutely no difference from me to you…
Though honestly I pity you…
Cause at least I have no shame in what I do.
You creep and sneak around but to no use.
Cause I’m the flashlight and I see you.
See you think you got the world fooled but that just isn’t how the world works.
You play the game but in the end it’s you that get hurt.
You can’t expect to keke with the girls and no one will notice: please.
We live in a little something I like to call reality.
And reality dictates that there’s no such thing as secrecy.
Not that I’m out to pull cards or spill T.
But you can’t pretend you on the low.
When you know all the words to every Destiny’s Child CD…
With you jeans slung low just so the boys can see.
I mean like I always say it is what it is so do you.
Just make sure when you glass closet cracks it doesn’t fall on you.