So what's her story?

Don't Mask Me.

You don't know anything about me.

You don't know what I want.

What I need.

Who I wanna be...

Or what I'm feeling.

You may thing you know what's on my mind.

And you may think I'm always kind.

You're wrong. Or maybe not.

I don't really care...

You can't describe me by words.

I am what I feel.

I am what I do.

I am what I am.

And you don't know what I am.

I can tell you how I feel.

Or I can just resume my words to nothing.

People may say I can't be real...

And that I'm too complicated.

I find it boring...

Or maybe just normal.

I have to think like that.

Where are you now?

I gotta find you somehow.

Gotta know who you are.

Can you play guitar?

What do you look like?

And what kind of music do you listen to?

What do your lips taste like?

Who are you? And who I am?

"I want you. I need you. Oh, baby. Oh, baby"

I don't have to think like that...