I was never invited
I was never given the time
I never got a chance to speak my mind
I was damned by my own appearance
Sold out by a thread in my genes
Twisted by a wrinkle in time if you know what I mean
Hey now
I’m starting to see
Through a veil of artistry
To inner lives that sigh beneath
To be themselves and
Not to be
Some pretend to have the answer
Making like they have a key
But liquor of the fool never looked good on me
So, lover, don’t buy what they’re selling
If it smells too good to be true
Listen to the voice whisper inside of you
(Filling up the void, making all things new)
Hey now
I’m starting to see
Through a veil of artistry
To inner lives that sigh beneath
To be themselves and
Not to be
La la la la la la la la la
But how could they ever blame me
For wanting such a basic thing?
Like, birds of a feather taking me under a wing
So, I wait until they are silent
Till words don’t mask what they say
And solitude unveils everything they held at bay
(Ringing like a bell, clear as day)
Hey now
I’m starting to see
Through a veil of artistry
To inner lives that sigh beneath
To be themselves and
Not to be
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