Your imitation of human behavior is almost seamless,
But I can see beneath your skin to the cold metal interior holding up your cheekbones and making you stand a thousand feet tall.
You have power over me I didn't think you'd use,
And yet you add insult to injury
Pulling my insides out of my body to show others
You see, with you nothing is private, sacred.
I can't seem to clean my body of your dirt.
Every time I think I'm clean, I find another crevice filled with you.
I find another tear I can cry for you
I find another piece of me where you've scrawled your name to claim
But your only purpose in claiming me is humiliate me
Because I'm a just a piano and that's your way of playing me