(c) all lyrics by Faith L.C.

You don't know my name —

you just use the one you need.

You paint the shape you want

and pretend that shape is me.

You think you've got me figured out,

but you don't know anything real.

Not the pulse, not the weight,

not the things beneath the steel.

And then there are the others —

the few who see right through.

The ones who know the real lines,

not the ones you think you drew.

They catch the shifts I hide,

hear the words I never say.

The ones who know exactly

why I move the way I move today.

You don't know my name —

you just use the one you need.

You label me for comfort

'cause the real thing makes you bleed.

You think you've got me cornered,

but you're miles from who I am.

Some people see the truth in me —

you only see what you demand.

You see a cardboard silhouette,

they see the person underneath.

You hear noise when I get quiet —

they hear the things I never speak.

You don't know my name —

you just say it like you own it.

But there are those who actually know me —

and you'd break if you were shown it.

So stop pretending you've got insight

into anything I do or say.

You don't know my name —

and you never will,

not in any real way.