Lyrics
I was just playing my part
Don't blame it on me
Sentient playbill for the arts
I hated that part
You made this mask fit so well
But my face has grown
My bones have shifted
Reaching out like branches
Calling on you to listen
You made this mask fit so well
I'm not participating in the fittings anymore
Just want to bare what's under there
What's been unfair
You wouldn't have liked the truth
Even delivered with a bow
I attach my arrow
Strung with sorrow
Shot toward Heaven
Falling hard below
Like your angel
Your hubris echoes
Does the truth, baby, when that veil slips to the floor?
Are you still the way you were before?
Will you watch me shed this
Or turn away when I am growing?
I'm no longer held by thorns
Took your hands off my throat
My throat
You wouldn't have liked the truth
Even delivered with a bow
I attach my arrow
Strung with sorrow
Shot toward Heaven
Falling hard below
Like your angel
Your hubris echoes
Written by: Margot Smith
