Those voices are speaking...

I picked up a few new CD's this month: Staind, Nickelback, & Disturbed. I'm not real jazzed about the new Disturbed CD but have really liked Staind and most of the Nickelback. Of course, there's always one song that sticks in your mind and this week has been no exception. The lyrics of a Staind song has been playing over and over and over like a broken record and I find myself wanting to listen to it constantly. Just so I can torture everyone else, I'm posting them below. Pardon the language, I'm only quoting...

Please

Can't you see that I'm sick of this?

Chances are you're oblivious to how I feel

Sitting on your throne, and I'm sure that I'm not alone

Tell me please.

Who the fuck did you want me to be?

Was it something that I couldn't see?

Never knew this would be so political

And please, I'm still wearing this miserable skin

And it's starting to tear from within

But it's obvious that doesn't bother you so please

I didn't think that you'd sell me out

Now I know what you're all about

You might feel in control of things

But you're not holding all the strings

Tell me please.
Who the fuck did you want me to be?
Was it something that I couldn't see?
Never knew this would be so political
And please, I'm still wearing this miserable skin
And it's starting to tear from within
But it's obvious that doesn't matter to you

I've swallowed all your answers

I've swallowed all my pride

You've used up all your chances

Can't keep this all inside

Tell me please
Who the fuck did you want me to be?
Was it something that I couldn't see?
Never knew this would be so political
And please, I'm still wearing this miserable skin
and it's starting to tear from within
But it's obvious that doesn't bother you

So please don't keep telling me that it's ok

I don't buy all the shit that you say

And quite honestly I'm fucking sick of it.

So please if I cut off this nose from my face

Then I wouldn't feel so out of place

But it still wouldn't be quite enough for you

So please.

I get what they're saying. It's difficult to eradicate yourself from a specific role especially if what you've been giving to the relationship is all the other person wants from you. You suffocate in that role because it's only a small portion of your character. I've been in that position and it does feel like your skin is about to burst with all the stuff you want to give and can't. I guess I got hooked on the song by the chorus, "Tell me please. Who the fuck did you want me to be? Was it something that I couldn't see? Never knew this would be so political And please, I'm still wearing this miserable skin and it's starting to tear from within But it's obvious that doesn't bother you..." It just speaks to me. I'm sure the writer had more in mind with the rest of the lyrics, but I'll take from it what I can identify with.