The mistress

"Tengo mis ojos en el espejo, mis manos se volvieron indecisas

confieso mi angustia, cada año que pasa me vuelvo más loca

Yo cambiaría si pudiera, sabes que me gusta decir que lo haría

pero hay una guerra entre el bien y el mal dentro de mí"

Hello, it's me the mistress, is there anybody home?

'Cause, the last place I should be is, sittin' here all alone

All I ask for is forgiveness, if you've got some, give it here

You don't act much like you need it, you don't look much like you care

And will you need me in the summer, will you need me in the spring

I believe my life is ending, I don't know where to begin

I've got a page in my back pocket, of the seven deadly sins

And it's draggin' me around, among the needles and the pins

And I don't need to take a breather, I'm on the outside lookin' out

Yeah I don't need to see your papers, 'cause I know what you're about

You had me by the Bible, and you had me by the belt

And you had me from the instant my cold love began to melt

And then you praise me for my inspiration, asked me for an explanation

Followed up with hesitation, fit my primal expectation

I don't care but I don't mind, you can call me anytime

You can holler through the fortress, kick me out on line

I don't expect it from the grief that gathers in my head

I like suspended disbelief, I like to spend the day in bed

I like to spend the nights in Heaven, hangin' with the dead

With Judas and his women, and the voices in my head

I've got my eyes upon the mirror, got my hands up in the air

I confess to my distress, yeah I get crazier each year

And I'd change it if I could, you know that I like to say that I would

But there's a war between the parts of me, the evil and the good

And you try and stop me I'm on fire, although it doesn't look that way

You know I used to be a liar and the livin' set me straight

But I don't come with no disclaimer, I'm like everybody else

We keep our demons on the burner and our morals on the shelf

And nobody asks for my opinion just because you don't want to hear it

I swear I'm only human wishing I could disappear

You must think it's an illusion, that I like to live in fear

Of a probable solution, why the Devil put me here

And now no judgment court will kill me, just makes me close my eyes

And I sink into the slumber, to the prison of my mind

Where I'd love to introduce you if you found a way inside

You could sell me retribution, and totally demystify 'em

'Til I wonder how I got here, until I don't know who to be

Is it better to be grounded, is it better to be free

Am I better off without you, am I happier alone

Hello it's me the mistress, could you please pick up the phone

Amelia Curran