I am full of songs at the moment. I need to write and sing out my pain, my anger, my doubts and my joy. Here is one I currently have in my heart.
When I hear what you’ve been saying about me,
I don’t recognise myself.
It seems that when you look at me,
you’re really seeing someone else.
Maybe I am deluded,
maybe I am fooling myself.
But I don’t like this person you describe,
I want to be somebody else.
All my life I’ve tried to be
the kind of person who can see
through the eyes of others
but I know I’ve often failed at that.
When I hear what you’ve been thinking about me,
I don’t recognise myself.
It seems that when you listen to me,
you’re really hearing something else.
Maybe I am deluded,
maybe I am fooling myself.
But I don’t like this person you describe,
I want to be somebody else.
All my life I’ve tried to hear
both sides of stories, make things clear
through the ears of others
but I know I’ve often failed at that.
When I hear what you’ve been spreading about me,
I don’t recognise myself.
It seems that when you speak of me,
you’re really saying something else.
Maybe I am deluded,
maybe I am fooling myself.
But I don’t like this person you describe,
I want to be somebody else.
All my life I’ve tried to share
words of kindness, words of care
through the mouths of others
but I know I’ve often failed at that.
When I hear what you’ve been doing without me,
I don’t recognise you now.
It seems that when you need me most,
you’re really pretending you don’t.
Maybe I am deluded,
maybe I am fooling myself.
But I don’t like this person you describe,
I want to be somebody else.
All my life I’ve tried to feel
the pain and love that makes us real
through the hearts of others
but I know I’ve often failed at that.
I know I’ve often failed at that.
I know I’ve often failed at that.
I know I’ve often failed at that.