LYRICS

My face, my mouth, words fall like running water clear through your hands.
My eyes, that look it turns
an inch or two away from you.
And sometimes I’m a liar
alone in my cage.
I’ll perform for you day after day.
I’m not your mother,
don’t hold onto all I say.
They are words,
it’s my heart that matters anyway

But you don’t know me though you surely think you know me well.
You don’t know my heart, how can you know what I can’t find myself.
And you don’t know me though you surely think you know my mind.
You don’t know me well enough to tell me not to cry

I was drawn to your people,
your culture, your world.
Though I wanted you, your arms
they surround me but they never hold.
And sometimes I’m a liar
and maybe I’m your fool.
Screaming in my quiet
and I always seem cool.
I’m not your sister,
don’t pretend the things you do
are open to me as they’re open to you

But, you don’t know me though you surely think you know me well.
You can’t feel my pain; I can hardly try to explain it myself.
You don’t know me though you surely think you know my tears.
You don’t know me well enough to listen but you’re always here

Help me I’m falling,
the thought of you two consumes me
Help me I’m shrinking,
your kindness eludes me
Help me I’m seething,
his eyes fall on your gaze
Help me I’m sinking
and I can’t hide all my pain and rage...

I don’t know where I am,
I don’t know who you are,
I can’t see where I’ve been,
I can’t see too far.
I’m not your lover,
Am I your friend?
I’m not your keeper;
I'm not your sin.
I am a liar,
I am a fool.
For keeping quiet...

STORY BEHIND THE SONG:

Ever feel like talking wallpaper? I often do. Why? Because, when you're perceived as a strong person, people think they can say anything to you, and do anything to you, and you'll take it and deal. Not always that easy.

Betrayal is a funny thing. Doesn't seem so bad when you're justifying it to yourself to wake up and look at yourself in the morning. Pretty nasty from the other side...especially when you feel you have to swallow it for "the greater good." Well you're not seeing your real self in tha mirror, and you don't have any idea about the person you betrayed, or you wouldn't have gone there in the first place.

This is a not so thinly veiled attempt to slap that person into waking life. They don't know what they think they know...then again, who does?