This is my face on my head on my shoulders With eyes and a mouth and a nose With a lie on my tongue and a weight on my back And a fidgeting twitch in my toes But this isn’t me anymore
These are my arms around you, though you’re reluctant And my fingernails, I can’t help but bite My face is in my hands, but I’ll change in seconds As my smile returns and I remember tonight And I find that I’m me once more
‘Cause this is the me that I like to be Charisma quick wit and charm But that side of me rarely likes to be In the face of causing harm Can you see my fear as you disappear Into someone else’s arms Or are you unaware that the me you care for Isn’t really me at all This is me
These are my hands, on my arms, on my conscience With fingers that shake while they strum And this is you, in my head, regardless of whether I want you there And thoughts that I tried to avoid have already begun And I can’t feel myself anymore
These are my fingers typing, to no avail As I try my best, to let you down But I’ve just so much to do, and I can’t help but force you To the bottom of my lists and block out the sound This isn’t the me I want to explore