I need someone who can see my broken mask
Who can see the rips and tears and love my vices
Fill these crevices with a magic cure-all

Something that perhaps isn't natural
Something that definately isn't mine
All these parts of me expand and collapse
I'm left broken and yet whole

I am multiples that are whole
I am many trapped within the one

Parts of us hide away in the bottoms of wells
Parts of us play stories that the world wishes us to tell
Because not only would I be to heavy for them to carry
I am to fragile for anyone to see

The weight of a glance is like the fist of man
Instead of pain and bruises
It's humilation and revelation
Each and every rouse layed upon the table
Each little miss represented fact shown as fable

I would be left to face the monster that I am
I already know that the mirror image is not what I long to be
I am a mermaid longing for land
I am a free girl wishing to be trapped

I am everything that I don't want to have
I want someone to wisk it away
I need a captor and a prince