I wrapped my heart as a present but left the power of the sword in a closet my king lives unknowingly of my gift open to accept another one [present] that doesn't bare my lonely name I cry of my cowardice blinded by sadness Right under, my influences will steal him away I stand there hopeless drained by anguish I look around, it's just me, alone the virgin of two-way love knowing the term but unexperienced as the same song plays again... it's just me and my music, my art it's just me and my music.