A Face And A Name

What street did I grow up on,

Can you guess what I wear?

What assumptions could you make about me,

If I was before you naked and bare?

 

Would you know where I got my scars,

Would it matter, or are they all the same?

Would what you see be what you get,

When all you have is a face and a name?

 

Are my perfects roads dirt or concrete,

Would you know the places I feel I can breathe?

Would you know what breaks my heart,

Would you know what I believe?

 

Can you guess what makes me cry,

Did I come from rags or come from fame?

Could you guess who’s been in my shotgun seat,

When all you have is a face and a name?

 

If you knew nothin else about me,

Would your hand extend or pull away?

Would there be anythin else worth knowin,

Would there be anythin else to say?

 

Would I get the benefit of your doubt,

Would my actions outweigh what’s said?

Or would we continue past each other,

Would all unspoken be put to bed?

 

I don’t mean to nag,

Some prefer altogether I would refrain.

I’m just here to give a friendly reminder,

Start with his face, start with her name.

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