Some want to hold you,
control you.
she sits besid you
just remaining herself.

They call you the dark,
we call you the light.
Everyone sees you,
But nobody can.
Nobody knows,
your heart or your head.
nobody knows
the words you've not said.

Some think you evil,
all at odds with the world.
We see a saint and a beautiful girl.
I know these words mark you,
remember impressions fade.

One day you'll wake,
when whistle blowers
give chase to themselves.
and you'll be left alone-
face to face with yourself.
(Forget the whistle blowers darling.)