I am only skin and bones, but is that what you see?
Am I just another face you pass by constantly?
Or am I maybe just a dream that you wish you could touch?
If I asked you these questions now would I be asking for too much?
Do you see the poet in me that you have unlocked?
Do you memorize my voice every time we talk?
Do you dream of winter nights hiding from the cold?
Do you ever wonder at what price your heart was sold?
