So, you say you want to see me like I really am
Strip away the sleek veneer and polished sham
If what you want is flesh and blood and vulnerability
Well, I could show you better if you were right here with me
Dare I to spill my greatest fear or fantasy?
There are parts I won’t admit even to me
Can I let passion bleed upon a paper stage?
There is no place to hide upon an empty page
Court is now in session, will the plaintiff rise?
I wait for their question with resolute eyes
Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth?
I hear myself say ‘never’ and I shut my mouth
We discussed vulnerability at the ‘Writer’s Unite’ tonight.
The heart is deceitful above all things, and it is exceedingly corrupt: who can know it?