Kindness, listen to me You've got me terribly wrong This woman you speak of Does not exist I'm neither golden nor fair I often sit alone in my chair And stare off into silence How can I be all that you say? I know me a different way You retreat when I reach For you have consciousness To know that hearts pretend And mine may lose its way How can I be all you confess
And be sick with loneliness What is it you stand to gain? I'm neither great nor grand I'm only here as I stand Am neither no more or less than I be Kindness can't make sense of you I'm tired sick and blue I'll stay in bed for weeks Some want rings Some want flings Some want everything I don't dare to dream any longer