Mosquitos

There's more than one girl in here
 To deal with all the pleasures
 and all the pain and all the guilt
 they bring
 There's a knot in the string
 that links my childhood
 with my present
 It blocks me
 Yet, the passion remains the same
 They just keep changing names on me
 There are things I refuse to deal with
 Scary things that come out in awkward ways
 Fake it, do I fake it?
 The Dreamer Girl fakes it better than I do it for real
 Yet, the passion remains the same
 They just keep changing names on me
 On me
 There must be something on me!
 Little did I know I was
 Standing on a rock that has now turned to sand
 Turned to sand
 And it's about rejection and it's about shame and
 It's about walking away with what little dignity you can save
 And it's about approval and it's about making it
 To fill this jealous empty hole inside
 Yet, the passion remains the same
 They just keep changing names on me
 On me
 There must be something on me!
 Little did I know I was
 Standing on a rock that has now turned to sand
 Turned to sand