I was wondering,
What if things were different?
This soul of mine is not mine
And this mind I have is not for share
Would you still recognize me then?

If I am just a pretty face to you,
I see no point to offer you my bare soul
And my raw mind.
I shall not tell you how to think
Nor to act

However if you see I am more than a face,
You have my soul
My mind
And my blood
Singing and rising within your command