| WhO... |
| this is not a song for you, cos you don't know me at all. I get the feeling you think you do, but you don't know me at all. you're talking to me as if you're holy, I guess it's just cos you think you can, but how is it you think you own me, when you don't know who I am? I can see we're all so lonely, and I don't have a plan, but please stop talking as if you know me, when you don't even know who I am. this is not at all like oyu, cos you have no face at all, I know that you think that you do, but you don't have a face at all. you're looking at me as if it's ok, to pick a little at those scars, but you know inside you're not coping, cos you haven't a clue who you are. there's no path, there is no way, for you to go very far, so why do you look as if you're open, when you don't even know who you are? this is a song for all who know me, it's for no one at all, cos I know you all think you own me, but I belong to no one at all, and I don't even know who that is, because it's down tot his: I'm sick of all the lost and lonely, cos none of you know me at all. you don't even know who, you don't even know who, you don't even know who, you don't even know you, and who you are. |