Well, here goes...
Prisoner
In My Skin
Maria
Scott Herndon
Verse
1
I
chose the paisley blouse for our rendezvous
the
pattern matched the sheets we had when we were new
We
politely talk as we nod in all the right places
But
more is said within the empty spaces
Verse
2
A
tarnished frame traces us from long ago
It
was taken the night we saw that Vegas show
Beside
it is a picture of a younger me
With
shining eyes beside a Christmas tree.
Chorus
I'm
a prisoner in my skin, unseen, unheard within
But
I try to be the me I'm supposed to be
I
play the part so well, you could never even tell
That
the woman lying next to you isn't me.
Verse
3
An
old married couple walked down the road ahead of me
Their
hands were joined together like a tangled tree
I
would love to feel that kind of authentic connection
Instead
my yearning comes from every direction
Chorus
I'm
a prisoner in my skin, unseen, unheard within
But
I try to be the me I'm supposed to be
I
play the part so well, you could never even tell
That
the woman lying next to you isn't me.
Bridge
Can
I find the me I used to be
Brimming
over with intensity
Or
will I remain paralyzed; heart sterilized
Chorus
I'm
a prisoner in my skin, unseen, unheard within
But
I try to be the me I'm supposed to be
I
play the part so well, you could never even tell
That
the woman lying next to you isn't me.
Well? whaddyathink?
Now how do I find music for it?
