Yes I am a metalhead and very proud of it but at the same time I do realize that there is amazing and wonderful music out there to be discovered beyond the shell of a single genre so I don’t want to hear any fucking shit about it. Ok with that being said I shall continue on.
This next song I feel a real connection with lyrically. At least viewed from a male perspective. Mostly because I rarely ever open up to peple. I don’t trust many people enough to expose myself in such a way and yet at the same time I find that there is a lot of me that remains hidden even from myself. Many times I have found myself staring in the mirror and wondering who I am looking at. I feel this song relates heavily to both those situations. Once again. Quite a contrast from her other songs I have shared. Enjoy.

“What If”

Here you sit in your high-backed chair
Wonder how the view is from there
I wouldn’t know ’cause I like to sit
Upon the floor, yeah upon the floor
If you like we could play a game
Let’s pretend that we are the same
But you will have to look much closer
Than you do, closer than you do

And I’m far too tired to stay here anymore
And I don’t care what you think anyway
‘Cause I think you were wrong about me
Yeah, what if you were, what if you were?

And what if I’m a snowstorm burning?
What if I’m a world unturning?
What if I’m an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep?
What if I’m the kindest demon,
Something you may not believe in?
What if I’m a siren singing gentlemen to sleep?

I know you’ve got it figured out
Tell me what I am all about
And I just might learn a thing or two
Hundred about you, maybe about you
I’m the end of your telescope
I don’t change just to suit your vision
‘Cause I am bound by a fraying rope
Around my hands, tied around my hands

And you close your eyes when I say I’m breaking free
And put your hands over both your ears
Because you cannot stand to believe I’m not
The perfect girl you thought
Well what have I got to lose?

And what if I’m a weeping willow
Laughing tears upon my pillow?
What if I’m a socialite who wants to be alone?
What if I’m a toothless leopard?
What if I’m a sheepless shepherd?
What if I’m an angel without wings to take me home?

You don’t know me
Never will, never will
I’m outside your picture frame
And the glass is breaking now
You can’t see me
Never will, never will
If you’re never gonna see

What if I’m a crowded desert,
Too much pain with little pleasure?
What if I’m the nicest place you never want to go?
What if I don’t know who I am?
Will that keep us both from trying
To find out and when you have
Be sure to let me know

What if I’m a snowstorm burning?
What if I’m a world unturning?
What if I’m an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep?
What if I’m the kindest demon,
Something you may not believe in?
What if I’m a siren singing gentlemen to sleep?
Sleep
Sleep