But Me
I'm reading a book that reminds me of me
And nobody knows it but me
I discover myself in each well-phrased scene
I run and I find and I play hide and seek
I'm reading a book that reminds me of me
And no one can know it but me
And each fierce repression and each tear-dry cheek
And each half-seen knowledge of woman's beauty
Reminds of desire that I have for she
But no one can know it but me
The half-hidden longing that she will not see
Embittering battle for identity
This book is about me and you, actually
But no one can know it but me