I'll tell them all about you
just so they won’t have to hear about me
I'll tell them all your stories
but never that they’re empty

they’ll ask me how I am
and I tell them your answers
they’ll request I do a trick
and I’ll show off all your talents

we can dance and sing and laugh
surrounded with chats and lies and mingling
is it true – is it really me who is
the one doing all the singing

so I have to hide while you get to play
that is -- until we’re home -- alone
I get so sick of being you
all the forsaken time
2001