To Think of My Task Is Chilling. to Know I Was Carefully Building The
Mask I Was Wearing For Two Years, Swearing I'd Tear It Off. I've Sat In
The Dark Explaining to Myself That I'm Straining Too Hard For Feelings I
Ought to Find Easily. Called Myself Jezebel. I Don't Believe.
Before I Say That the Vows We Made Weigh Like a Stone in My Heart.
Family Is Family, Don't Let This Tear Us Apart.
You Lie There, An Innocent Baby. I Feel Like the Thief Who Is Raiding
Your Home, Entering and Breaking and Taking in Every Room. I Know Your
Feelings Are Tender and That Inside You the Embers Still Glow. But I'm A
Shadow, I'm Only a Bed of Blackened Coal. Call Myself Jezebel For Wanting
To Leave.
I'm Not Saying I'm Replacing Love For Some Other Word to Describe The
Sacred Tie That Bound Me to You. I'm Just Saying We've Mistaken One For
Thousands of Words. and For That Mistake, I've Caused You Such Pain That I
Damn That Word. I've no More Ways to Hide That I'm a Desolate and Empty,
Hollow Place Inside.
I'm Not Saying I'm Replacing Love For Some Other Word to Describe The
Sacred Tie That Bound Me to You. I'm Not Saying Love's a Plaything. No,
It's a Powerful Word, Inspired By Strong Desire to Bind Myself to You. How
I Wish That We Never Had Tried to Be Man and His Wife, to Weave Our Lives
Into a Blindfold Over Both Our Eyes.
