I felt the burn in my fingers

As I held the strings against its neck.

In my mind I was on a stage in L.A.

With the whole world watching.

Listening to the music I was making.

My voice was telling a story in rhyme

And the drums behind me were beating a rhythm the audience swayed to.

My blood pumped and I felt my fans' energy giving me more strength.

In my mind I was far away from my troubles

Singing of love lost, and won.

I sang of pain and happiness, death and life.

In my mind, I was playing keys and notes and sound.

I was telling people stories of life and what I played reflected my mood.

In my mind I couldn't hear the screaming from downstairs,

Just the screaming of my fans.

I couldn't hear the beatings or feel the beatings I received.

Just the beating drums behind me.

In my mind, I was unaware of the ringing telephone,

All that sounded, was my voice, my guitar, the keyboard, and the drums.

In my mind there were no bruises on my arms,

Only calluses from the guitar.

In my mind, no one was pounding on my door,

The only thing pounding, were the drums.

In my mind, there was nothing sharp against my skin, trying to make me bleed,

There were only the sharp notes in the song.

In my mind there were no voices echoing curse words,

Only my voice telling of a broken home.

In my mind, I wasn't inside the broken home.

I was only telling a story about it.

But In reality, I was the lonely girl I was singing about.

In reality, the bruises never left,

In reality I was broken.

In reality, I was a prisoner.

But in my mind, was an escape.

In my mind I was free.

In my mind.

In my mind. I was a diva,

In my mind, I was a star,

In my mind, I was a rocker chick with a badass attitude.

In my mind, I was someone, anyone else.

In my mind…

I felt the burn in my fingers

As I held the strings against its neck.

In my mind I was on a stage in L.A.

With the whole world watching.

In my mind…