Simple truth
I could be the hider, instead of the seeker
I could be the stronger, instead of the weaker
Instead of the quitter, I could be the fighter
Instead of the cigarette, I could be the lighter
I would rather be soap, than being the stain
I would rather be medicine, than being the pain
I would rather be player, than being the game
I would rather be ashes, than being the flame
I could be a queen and be drunk with power
My tea would be green, but my face would be sour
I could be a master in the art of seduction
But with my clumsy nature, that would be self-destruction
I could spend my days with sleeping and thinking
Then I might discover what life’s all about
Yet nothing occurs except smoking and drinking
My mind knows the answers, my heart is in doubt
On none of these things I would be very keen
For I’m merely a girl who wants to be seen