i'm afraid i could lie. it's the hardest part, trying to tell myself this is what i want. something in me is all up in arms and i just want somebody to wrap me up & take me out to reassure my skin what's alive. there's too many layers between myself and strangers & i think i'd be much more comfortable without them. i believe we'd all be a lot more honest without them.

well what makes you a good person doesn't make you a good man. you & i are sitting in two opposing stands. your fans want to taste you, they need to touch you to feel real & i am not so different then all of them. no i am not different than them. so write the words about me that you never had the heart to speak. i am not so different than all of them. i needed to feel your skin move about around me. i wanted to consider you could be real.

but it is not too early for all the what ifs. well what if i was your mother in disguise. this is not too early to wonder what could have been. what if i was the one you could learn to love. what if you were just born blind.