The secrets of mistaken identity
i.
IIIIIIIIIII want to warn you:
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILove never lasts.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIt grows. IIIIIIIIIIIt fades. IIIIIIIIIIIt changes.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIt leaves you choking,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIspluttering,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIdrowningIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIfor breath
IIIIIIIfor air you stoleIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthat never should've
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbeen taken.
IIIIIIIIIIAnd I try to find you
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIfrom time to timeIIIIIIIIIIbut you've wandered
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIItoo
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIfar
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIaway.
IIIIIIIIIIYou are on a different side,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIdifferent world;
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIyou are a different person
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbut you are
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIyou.
IIIIIIIIIIAnd I cry for you
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIafter waiting for their promises
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIto ring true.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIThey only haunt me for
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIImy mistake,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIImy thought
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIItoo cruel to stand.
IIIIIIIIIIAnd I miss you
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIwhen the sun smiles at the moon
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIas they chase across skies
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIfor already-ruined love.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII don't see you though,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIInot in their faces but in the
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIstars.
IIIIIIIIIIAnd I find you
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIsomewhere
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIout there,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIamong the pain and heartbreak
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbut you tell me:
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILove never lasts.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIt grows. And finally,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIit fades.
ii.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPaths whisper of your feet
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIstraight to the letter
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIand curled around the beat;
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIItogether, we wanted
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIwhen the crisp sun
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIrose and smiled at
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIour sunburnt faces.
IIIIIIIIIII wanted to kiss away
IIIIIIIIIIIIIyour tears,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIreplace your fears,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIshow you what happens
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIwhen the world becomes clear.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIThey thread vines through your
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIfingers,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIwhere my presence once
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlingered.
IIIIIIIIIIIn a fairy tale land,
IIIIIIIIIIthe leaves turned into
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbutterflies
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIand sung your name.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII wanted to correct them
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbut gave up
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIwhen they mistook
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIme as you.
IIIIIIIIIITo be a mirror,
IIIIIIIIIIto be everything reflected,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIto be a world backwards,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII knew you backwards
IIIIIIIIIIfrom your pointless words
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIto the so-deeply-hidden
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIsecrets.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYou were a cobweb
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIand with that,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII rusted away
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIand became nothing but
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIdust.
iii.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIWhen my fingernails grew long,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIyou stared at me with bitter
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIanger sorrow grief
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbrokenness.
IIIIIIIIIIYour smile has been missing for over 36
IIIIIIIIIIIIIII hours;
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIis it time to file a police report?
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII thought I showed
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIyou happiness
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbut all I did was taunt you.
IIIIIIIIIIMy lashes grew tear crystals
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIand I could look at everyone
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII- my equals, supposedly.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII saw them as people
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIwho are sometimes young
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIand sometimes old
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIand sometimes fake.
IIIIIIIIIIAnd I looked in the mirror
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIand saw wrinkles and grey hair.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII once asked myself:
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDo I belong here?
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAnd answered
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIno.
IIIIIIIIIII'm alone but my hands talk to me
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthrough paper.
IIIIIIIIIII don't tell but my secrets reside
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbetween the lines,
IIIIIIIIIIwhere it is so hard
IIIIIIIIIIto look.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII am designed
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIfor a life I am not
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIhappy with.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII ruined it all for one thing,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIor two or three.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAnd yet,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII still feel
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIsuffocated.
iv.
IIIIIIIIIIIf my life was a fairy tale,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'd like to be the one painted in the corner
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthat no one notices.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIt'd feel like home.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIBut this is not a fairy tale or a book or a story;
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthis is me.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYou showed me once
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthat you had secrets
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIin the form of tears and bags
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIunder your eyes.
IIIIIIIIIII have too many secrets and not enough
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlocks and a great amount of thoughts
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthat want to escape.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII want to fly
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIto the clouds where
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIImy bad thoughts
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIwon't get to.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAnd it makes me want to laugh
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIat everyone who calls me innocent;
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII may be oblivious at points and
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIInot all there
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbut I'm not innocent.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII know.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII know a lot of things
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthat I wish I didn't know of.
IIIIIIIIIICan I ask if your skin
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIcrawls as well?
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIWhen I cry, do you
IIIIIIIIIIwish for a miracle, a wonder to
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIwish away the tears?
IIIIIIIIIII wonder, have you ever felt
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIviolated?
v.
IIIIIIIIIIIt's like life is nothing
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbut grass and dust and emotions
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthat don't even make any sense.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIITogether, we'llIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIdrown as we
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIchoke ourIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIeyes and truths and
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIheartbeats.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOne day
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIwe'll become the future
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIof love –
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIor maybe I'm kidding myself.
IIIIIIIIIII would ask if I could ask a question
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbut I've always had questions in
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIImy head and maybe now I want to
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIstop asking and start answering.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOne day, you'll know my secrets
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbut then again, maybe I won't wish
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIto tell of anything.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIBut one day, I'll take away
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthe cardboard-made and face-painted
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIversion and answer my question.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"Who are you?"
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"I'm me."
IIIIIIIIIII want to warn you:
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILove never lasts.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIt grows. IIIIIIIIIIIt fades. IIIIIIIIIIIt changes.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIt leaves you choking,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIspluttering,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIdrowningIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIfor breath
IIIIIIIfor air you stoleIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthat never should've
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbeen taken.
IIIIIIIIIIAnd I try to find you
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIfrom time to timeIIIIIIIIIIbut you've wandered
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIItoo
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIfar
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIaway.
IIIIIIIIIIYou are on a different side,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIdifferent world;
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIyou are a different person
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbut you are
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIyou.
IIIIIIIIIIAnd I cry for you
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIafter waiting for their promises
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIto ring true.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIThey only haunt me for
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIImy mistake,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIImy thought
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIItoo cruel to stand.
IIIIIIIIIIAnd I miss you
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIwhen the sun smiles at the moon
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIas they chase across skies
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIfor already-ruined love.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII don't see you though,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIInot in their faces but in the
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIstars.
IIIIIIIIIIAnd I find you
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIsomewhere
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIout there,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIamong the pain and heartbreak
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbut you tell me:
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILove never lasts.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIt grows. And finally,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIit fades.
ii.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPaths whisper of your feet
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIstraight to the letter
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIand curled around the beat;
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIItogether, we wanted
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIwhen the crisp sun
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIrose and smiled at
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIour sunburnt faces.
IIIIIIIIIII wanted to kiss away
IIIIIIIIIIIIIyour tears,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIreplace your fears,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIshow you what happens
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIwhen the world becomes clear.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIThey thread vines through your
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIfingers,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIwhere my presence once
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlingered.
IIIIIIIIIIIn a fairy tale land,
IIIIIIIIIIthe leaves turned into
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbutterflies
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIand sung your name.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII wanted to correct them
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbut gave up
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIwhen they mistook
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIme as you.
IIIIIIIIIITo be a mirror,
IIIIIIIIIIto be everything reflected,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIto be a world backwards,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII knew you backwards
IIIIIIIIIIfrom your pointless words
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIto the so-deeply-hidden
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIsecrets.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYou were a cobweb
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIand with that,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII rusted away
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIand became nothing but
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIdust.
iii.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIWhen my fingernails grew long,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIyou stared at me with bitter
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIanger sorrow grief
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbrokenness.
IIIIIIIIIIYour smile has been missing for over 36
IIIIIIIIIIIIIII hours;
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIis it time to file a police report?
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII thought I showed
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIyou happiness
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbut all I did was taunt you.
IIIIIIIIIIMy lashes grew tear crystals
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIand I could look at everyone
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII- my equals, supposedly.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII saw them as people
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIwho are sometimes young
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIand sometimes old
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIand sometimes fake.
IIIIIIIIIIAnd I looked in the mirror
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIand saw wrinkles and grey hair.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII once asked myself:
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDo I belong here?
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAnd answered
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIno.
IIIIIIIIIII'm alone but my hands talk to me
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthrough paper.
IIIIIIIIIII don't tell but my secrets reside
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbetween the lines,
IIIIIIIIIIwhere it is so hard
IIIIIIIIIIto look.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII am designed
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIfor a life I am not
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIhappy with.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII ruined it all for one thing,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIor two or three.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAnd yet,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII still feel
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIsuffocated.
iv.
IIIIIIIIIIIf my life was a fairy tale,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'd like to be the one painted in the corner
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthat no one notices.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIt'd feel like home.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIBut this is not a fairy tale or a book or a story;
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthis is me.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYou showed me once
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthat you had secrets
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIin the form of tears and bags
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIunder your eyes.
IIIIIIIIIII have too many secrets and not enough
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlocks and a great amount of thoughts
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthat want to escape.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII want to fly
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIto the clouds where
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIImy bad thoughts
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIwon't get to.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAnd it makes me want to laugh
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIat everyone who calls me innocent;
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII may be oblivious at points and
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIInot all there
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbut I'm not innocent.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII know.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII know a lot of things
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthat I wish I didn't know of.
IIIIIIIIIICan I ask if your skin
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIcrawls as well?
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIWhen I cry, do you
IIIIIIIIIIwish for a miracle, a wonder to
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIwish away the tears?
IIIIIIIIIII wonder, have you ever felt
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIviolated?
v.
IIIIIIIIIIIt's like life is nothing
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbut grass and dust and emotions
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthat don't even make any sense.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIITogether, we'llIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIdrown as we
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIchoke ourIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIeyes and truths and
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIheartbeats.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOne day
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIwe'll become the future
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIof love –
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIor maybe I'm kidding myself.
IIIIIIIIIII would ask if I could ask a question
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbut I've always had questions in
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIImy head and maybe now I want to
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIstop asking and start answering.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOne day, you'll know my secrets
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbut then again, maybe I won't wish
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIto tell of anything.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIBut one day, I'll take away
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthe cardboard-made and face-painted
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIversion and answer my question.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"Who are you?"
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"I'm me."