You Don't Know Me at All

Well, you don't know mad from sad
 You don't know explaining from complaining
 You don't know next who you'll be blaming
 And you don't know me at all
 The ones you're closest to
 Should be those really knowing you
 But you haven't got a clue
 Even though you say you do
 You think you've got me figured out
 You know without a doubt
 Just who I am
 And what I'm all about
 But you don't know mad from sad
 You don't know explaining from complaining
 You don't know next who you'll be blaming
 And you don't know me at all
 You've got me pigeon-holed
 Cataloged and bought and sold
 Oh, but truth be told
 I don't quite fit your mold
 But there's many sides and angles
 That you haven't seen
 And since you haven't looked
 You don't know what I mean
 If somebody's being open then it's moping
 You don't know squawking from just plain talking
 You don't even know which way you're walking
 And you don't know me at all
 If anyone claims to be
 As close as you say you are to me
 And yet has failed to see
 Never really loved, don't you agree?
 If they did they'd show
 That they don't know about myself
 Instead of shoving me
 Upon some dusty shelf
 But you don't know mad from sad
 You don't know explaining from complaining
 You don't know next who you'll be blaming
 And you don't know me at all
 If somebody's being open then it's moping
 You don't know squawking from just plain talking
 You don't even know which way you're walking
 And you don't know me at all
 No, you don't know me at all