My Birthday Card

I never assembled the cut up words on that card
Though I keep it close beside my dusty bed
      The phone rings, I let it ring
Somehow I can not reason with your crying
Or I will cry from the hurt he gave you
      (I have enough,thanks)
Everytime I hear a joke my face is cracking skin
Sometimes it is just too painful to fake it
      I have lost our common ground,and we fly
Apart

The words cut up words in my skull I say
They form some unintelligible mush
      That self-portrait brought me to tears,hugging and rubbing myself
I know I am not that woman, I am just a little girl, I know
If I were considered I would be too dirty
     
      Took for granted all knowledge from your words
Oh but it managed to stay inside my heart
My red face directed towards mama,and her condition as of late
      (check your liver)
It is just a joke but myself is crying and tears are rolling
I finally lay down,purge up words to let you know how I feel
      Though your arm slips and misses,I slide it onto the right place
Babe