Someone I Don't Love
Somone is talking to me, telling me his philosophy.
Quietly, I turn my head. I didn't hear what he just said.
Someone is listening to me telling my life's history.
Suddenly, i'm confused -- I realize I'm being used.
Something is making me run. I'm in the sights of a loaded gun.
Carelessly, I bare my soul. It leaves a gaping hole.
Somehow I have become someone I don't love.