Who do you think you are?
A sage, a knight, a king?
A big spender?
With a fat diamond ring?
Who do you think you are?
A co-worker, a friend?
A true lover?
Till the end?
Is that who you think you are?
My lover, my friend?
Then why did you treat me,
Like the money you lend?
Why did you treat me like trash?
Nothing more the white trash.
That's what you said,
When my eyes rained tears the color of ash.
WHY?
Was I just some prize to be won?
Was I just another woman,
That might bear your son?
Were you the maker of hearts?
Were you the water and I the steam?
Were we the stars?
Were we a dream?
What were we?
I can hardly remember now.
But your scars make you unforgettable,
For they slice through my brow.
So, who do you think you are?
Because that person you are not.
Not here, not there.
Not in your wildest thought.
Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 3:36 PM UTC
Who do you think you are?
A sage, a knight, a king?
A big spender?
With a fat diamond ring?
Who do you think you are?
A co-worker, a friend?
A true lover?
Till the end?
Is that who you think you are?
My lover, my friend?
Then why did you treat me,
Like the money you lend?
Why did you treat me like trash?
Nothing more the white trash.
That's what you said,
When my eyes rained tears the color of ash.
WHY?
Was I just some prize to be won?
Was I just another woman,
That might bear your son?
Were you the maker of hearts?
Were you the water and I the steam?
Were we the stars?
Were we a dream?
What were we?
I can hardly remember now.
But your scars make you unforgettable,
For they slice through my brow.
So, who do you think you are?
Because that person you are not.
Not here, not there.
Not in your wildest thought.