He’s the traitor that lies within my walls hiding in plain sight for all to see
Playing his drums loud and proud a beat all his own
He plays my tunes for all to hear,
A symphony of all my secrets poured out to an audience of one
To squeeze out of hiding every note I’ve held dear; Strumming through my arteries the lyrics of my soul Bruising my veins with the quill of my truth till I bled the traitor that’s become my heart on his guitar.