And I heard her run away
This is not to say that I ran too
Or that I dove away from you
But I haven't murdered anyone
Haven't hurt anyone
Have I?
I'm not a ghost, I'm not blind
I can see, I can fly
Who the hell are you?
To tell me what I do
What I croon into dirty microphones
While hoping for an answer
And finding that I'm all alone
She wrote "liar" on my forehead
And I tried to lie to her
This is not to say that I succeeded
Or that I saw what I have needed
But I'm not bleeding anymore
Not speaking anymore
Am I?
Who are you to accuse me of this?
Nothing more powerful that a murderer's kiss
Who the hell are you?
To tell me what to do
While I croon into filthy microphones
Hoping for an answer
And singing singing singing on my own
She wrote "freedom" on my forehead
But I'm not free, and I'm not dumb
So this is not to say that I didn't hear
But just ignored for the sake of fears
And I'm not liberated now
Not consencrated now
Am I?
Who the hell are you
To look at my tattoos
The things I've sewn into my skin
The things I love, hate, create
But never choose
Who the hell are you?
To tell me what I do
What I croon into ugly microphones
Hoping for an answer
And never getting one
And never getting one
She wrote "murder" on my forehead
And I heard her look at me
She wrote "murder" on my forehead
And I heard her inside me