Internal Dialogue - Maria Mena

It must have been hard; staying in line 
knowing your influences did it all the time 
It must have been strange; living in blue 
and see me shut down as though 
it was an easy thing to do 
But you could tell where I had been 
by the way I held my gun 
Trying to write anything while being 
mocked b an off beat drum 
But I was not honest 
I was not healthy 
I was not honest, honest. 

You did the right thing covered your scars 
Challenged your faith 
and closed your eyes driving cars 
For all that they knew you were safe home 
But you went through hell 
whenever you were left alone 

But you could see where I had been 
in the pictures that they took 
I tied to look positive at things, 
Faced myself but didn't look 
That was not honest 
I was not healthy 
I am not honest, honest. 

I wish you could see yourself through my eyes 
There's no need to cling to unnecessary lies 
The voice in your head whose spirit you stole 
left you for dead but you dug the hole 

And I could see where you had been 
from the marks around your wrists 
The red water washed around your sins 
but are you as pure as this? 
No you are not honest 
You are not healthy 
You are not honest, honest.