I tried to show you a song But when it came out It wasn’t the real me If I played it right Tell me sir What would you think of me? If I couldn’t charm With wood and strings Would you be there for me? If I couldn’t paint Your fantasies Would you care for me? If I never did my hair What would you think of me? And if I mismatched my clothes Would you be seen with me? If I was out on the streets Would you acknowledge me? Begging for some food to eat Would you take care of me? If I could Jump inside your head Find all the superficial things you like and Shoot them dead Jump out in time to see your Honest reaction Would I see the face of bitter disgust or see Your sweet loving affection Could the real me Appease the real you? Would the changes be the starting lines or the Ending cue Well there she is bare as bones Will you take her? So scared doesn’t realize All the courage inside her Here I am hands cut off… Will you accept me? There you are and yes I would Would you do the same for me? There you are and yes I would Would you do the same for me?
01/01/2004
we do hide our true selves through material things as you express in this honest clear portrayal and i like poignant ending.