i built my fortress in downtown your heart
against all advice about where i should start
i put my privacy fence up in your mind
hiding the things i don't want you to find
cartons of cancer, all clouds blown behind
all of the eyes looking at mine are blind
talk in ebonics as we tell each other our lies
suffocate an emotional state, my little sister cries
that's not even important to me
yes you can positively prove it's true
yes it's true- what you do buries you
that's not even important to me, that is nothing new
i think you're a social vampire
and in the same sense, i'm a compulsive liar
shrinking my aura just like a flat tire
feeding your own as if building a bonfire
she is the demon responsible for the drought
perhaps a pastor can cast her on out
where would i be without her leading me to and fro?
if i could, i surely would but i'll never really know
(chorus)