Have you been me?
Then you can't speak on me.
Not what you think. Not what you know. Not what you think you know.
Because the truth is, sweetie, you ain't never been me.

Have you been me?
No? Then you don't know my situation
And I'm not accepting your donation
of "I'm just saying..." or "I just think.."
You can't search my life and press sync.

Now we've established you've never been me
Not yesterday and not today,
Not when I was born or anytime in between,
And you sure as hell won't be me tomorrow.
So what made you think.....
It's too much for my comprehension
To understand why you thought you lived in my dimension
That your level was anywhere near mine
That our paths might intertwine.
It's hard to see into the penthouse when you are living in the basement.
Like your thoughts could be mine's replacement.

And I know no one ever wrote my biography
For you too see.
And surely not with the detail you would need
To understand what I think, feel, and bleed.
Surely not with the detail required
To understand what I desired
What transpired
To understand why your words keep me uninspired.

Shit, I can already see that you don't follow.
And I know this is hard to swallow,
But the doctor wanted me to tell you that the space between your two faces is hollow.
And you still don't get it.
So, I'll tell you once more.
Your brain is like an empty marquee
Where anyone can put something up there for free.
It's like a big advertisement but nothing is showing.
And I know that you disagree
But the most original thoughts you can string together is three.
I understand this is blowing.

But what blows me is knowing
That even after this conversation
You'll be trapped by desperation
To let other's hate reside
Just behind your eyes
And fill your mouth with lies.
Wait,
I'm afraid I've spent too much time
Trying to save you from spitting someone else's cheap rhyme.
And I don't want you to think
That because of you my esteem would shrink
Because of you I would blink
Because of you I would drink
The red cool-aid you are so desperate to see
Just so you can be
Popular to the highest degree.

Honestly,
I just wanted to say
That you have never been me
And the reason your so concerned my bread
Is because you wish you had my life instead.