These are my confessions,
My soul put on paper
Flitting like a dream
From my head to my fingers
Until I don't know anymore
Which is doing the writing.

Hear my words that I daren't speak aloud
Screamed and sung to the crowd
Full of strangers, and I
Know that you'll use my words
Abuse and misunderstand them
However you want to
With no regard to me.

Of course, I can't turn back now
Because shyness has made such an
Exhibisionist of me;
And I know if I stop now
Then I won't start again
And then, what will happen to me?

I depend on my words that I scream
Without moving my mouth
So I cry, dry-eyed, without making a sound
Stare out windows,
Rehearse what I'll never say...

So come, listen to me
If you have a while
Maybe you'll understand,
Maybe you won't but I try
Anyway, though I don't get it
I don't get it at all
I don't know
I don't know
But my words do.