Darkling I listen ...

I heard she sang a good song, I heard she had a style.
And so I came to see her to listen for a while.
And there she was this young girl, a stranger to my eyes.

But ...
She was not strumming my pain with her fingers
She was not singing my life with her words
She sang of something I've never experienced
Something I'm longing to learn

She sang as if she didn't know me in all my dark despair.
And then she looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
I wanted just to hear her sing .. some more of what I've never seen

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd
But it wasn't because I felt like she sang my thoughts out loud
I prayed that she would finish but she just kept right on
Singing of all that I want .. all there within her song

But she was not strumming my pain with her fingers
She was not singing my life with her words
She sang of something I've never experienced
Something I'm longing to learn

-slaughtered for my amusement