They Never Knew You
by Eddward
They never knew you
...But I did
They never knew the way you really felt
...But I did
They never saw the way you�d take care of us
Or give up your bed to me without a fuss
Or be there for me when I needed love
They never saw
...But I did
They never took the time to get to know you
Just based their judgments on the stupid things you do
Never giving us a moment�s peace
Thinking everything you do is just to fleece
They never took the time to see your depths
Or figure out why we never left
Like I am dumb enough to stay if you only caused me pain
They never took the time to use their brains
They never knew you
...Not like I do
They never saw you
...Not like I do
They never gave you a chance
They never gave you a glance
It was all just happenstance
But they�ll never change their stance
They think all you are is plans
So they�ll never know
...But I do
They never saw the joy you gave to us
The sweet way you�d look right before you raised a fuss
They never saw that you just liked to play
Your happiness was found in your less-than-gentle games
But you never once set out to hurt
So it upsets me when they say you�re dirt
Because I see, and I know they never do
They only see a jerk when they look at you
But underneath there�s so much more to who you are
That�s why I stand beside you as you hold that empty jar
They never loved you
...But I do
They never loved you
...Not like I do
And they�ll never see, they�ll never see at all
But in my mind you stand at over seven feet tall
Because you are there whenever I fall
They never loved you
...But that�s what I�ll always do
Neither I nor darthelwig owns or profits from Ed, Edd N Eddy. Rated PG for... um... nothing. Nothing at all. Not slash, though I suppose it could be considered so...
Special thanks to Mysticlynx for reminding me with her beautiful poem (�Wishful Thinking� � it�s here. Check it out if you�d like to read her take on the enigma that is Sockhead...) that writing Ed, Edd N Eddy poetry can be a very rewarding experience.
I wrote this, so no taking, okay? Inspired by all the Eddy-bashing I was reading, I decided to write about him from the point of view of his biggest critic and (I firmly believe) his biggest fan. Enjoy. Peace, all.
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