Real and Simple

Do you read me like I read you?
 Words we've used and used to lie, mislead too
 And sometimes I can't tell: do you know me so well?
 Do you know me at all?
 My father was the song of an immigrant
 My mother died real young
 It's hard to tell from whom I inherited
 This fear of too much sun
 But now I fear I'll grow a cancer in my cells
 If I know the sun too well
 As a kid I thought the world wouldn't notice
 Any time I lied
 But after years of tales the only thing that suffered
 Was my plain and simple pride
 And as I try to build a life
 One that's real and simple
 I'm troubled by this fear of mine
 That life is but a ripple
 And as I try to live a life
 One that's real and simple
 I'm troubled by this fear of mine
 That life is but a ripple
 Do you read me like I read you?
 Words we've used and used to lie, mislead too
 And sometimes I can't tell: do you know me so well?
 Do you know me at all?