Faces - Willie P. Bennett

    She never thinks of me when I'm here
    She only dreams of me when I'm gone
    My heart rises to my mouth as she passes by me
    And I can't make a sound

    She gives me a mirror in a picture frame
    And says don't be ashamed to blame your blues
    On the man you see inside
    He's trying desperately to hide

    I know she's right
    And I can't fight the feelings
    That the man inside's not ready for revealing
    I've walked beside him on a stage
    Watched him trying to make believe
    He's read the pages of wisdom

    Now everyone has a needle
    Which they turn to in times of escape
    Injecting their reality with a little fantasy
    Makes it all easier to take
    Some say that it sets them free
    Me I've found that it seldom lets you see
    That the path your foot falls upon
    Doesn't make a sound

    I know I'm right
    and I can't fight the feelings
    that the hearts of man aren't ready for revealing
    I've walked beside them in the rain
    Watched their distant and their mortal pain
    And it's all the same

    I know I'm right
    and I can't hide the feelings
    that the hearts of man aren't ready for revealing
    I"ve walked beside them in the rain
    Watched their distant and their mortal pain
    And it's all the shame

    She never thinks of me when I'm here
    She only dreams of me when I'm gone
    My heart rises to my mouth as she passes by me
    And I can't make a sound
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