"..and if you want to get to know me, you better shut your eyes...

..'cause this face don't tell my story and this body will lead us in the wrong direction."

The words flowered from her mouth as she spoke for him, words so sure, words that couldn‘t hide beneath the bed - words that couldn't hide through-out the woodwork -- beneath the floorboards. “I’ll stop speaking for you if you stop speaking for me.” he screamed. There’s no end to the reply, just get out the butchers knife.