Quiet that mind that will wander,
All sorts of dark alleys.
Tragedy strikes your self esteem.
Constantly waiting for an ending
To all of this.
She opens her eyes.
Suddenly she cries.
Can we help her?
And she replies,
"You know, I fake it oh so well.
That God himself can't tell
What I mean and why my words are
Less than parallel.
With my feet, you ask me what I need.
And all I really need is to breathe."
People, they seem so interested.
Only a few get invested
With all the aches and pains.
Doctor, oh, doctor please help her.
I fear she may not be breathing.
Blue lips and doe eyes.
That's her disguise.
You know, I fake it oh so well.
That God himself can't tell
What I mean and why my words are
Less than parallel.
With my feet, you ask me what I need.
And all I really need is to breathe.
