Talk about a time you realized that someone close to you was not the person you thought you knew.

Nobody is the person that you picture,
We all reshape ourselves to fit our scenes,
We pitch our songs to fit the music’s stricture,
And nothing that you see is what it seems.
The things you really feel change by the moment,
Your dream of yesterday you may reject,
You may sing your heart’s desire,
Be prepared to face the fire,
Then find that it’s not something you accept.

Nobody is the person that you picture.
Nobody is the person you expect,
We all shape our performance to the scripting,
We all decide what we want to project.
My magic may make people sing the truth, but
if you don't like the song you'll soon forget,
If you think you know their heart,
Then you're defeated from the start,
Nobody is the person you expect.

I guess the next verse ought to be something about me not being immune to that myself. Sure I’m not. Nobody is. If they can’t work that out for themselves, why tell them? Anybody complicated enough to want to understand themselves is too complicated to be understood.

I heard a scientist sing about the motivational psychology of an amoeba, once. I doubt if he got even that right, but that wasn't my worry.

I’ve given up trying to know them, mostly.


Muse; Sweet the Singing Demon,
Fandom, BTVS
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