What you read isn’t me
Just the dark side of the girl you see
It’s my lament; a sad decree
Of all I need, all I can’t be
Think what you want but watch what you say
Words can cut and someone’s gotta pay
I’ll write to my right, so if I may,
Let me excuse your reviews; this isn’t news today...
Tell me I’m pretty, tell me I’m kind
Tell me it isn’t my right to unwind
Worry’s in your heart and that’s just fine,
But please don’t let your perceptions change mine—
My words are my sword, my words are my shield
Words are my way of spilling what I can’t reveal
And when I can’t speak, my pen is my tongue
So please don’t say “stop” ‘cause my heart is too young.
To the person who, out of worry caused by love, blows my words out of proportion.
