I am not the
Person who is
Singing, I am the
Silent one inside
I am not the one
Who laughs at
People's jokes
I just pacify
The regales
I am not my
House, my car
My songs
They are only stops
Along my way
I am like the
Winter
I'm a dark cold
Female, with a
Golden ring of
Wisdom in my cave
And it's me, who
Is my enemy
Me, who
Beats me up
Me, who makes the
Monsters, me who
Strips my confidence
Oh...
I am carrying
My voice, I am
Carrying my heart
I am carrying
My rhythm, I am
Carrying my prayers
But you can't kill
My spirit, it's soul
And it is strong
Like a mountain
I'll go on and on
But when my
Wings are folded
The brightly colored
Morn, runs into the
Dirt into the ground
And it's me
Who is my enemy
Me, who
Beats me up
Me, who makes the
Monsters, me who
Strips my confidence
And it's me who's
Too...
And it's me
Who's too shy
To ask for the
Thing I love
And it's me who's
Too...
And it's me
Who's too shy
To ask for the
Thing I love
But I love
But I love
But I love
But I love
But I love
But I love
I am walking on
The bridge, I am
Over the water
And I'm scared
As hell
But I know
There's something
Better
Yes I know
There's something
Better
Yes I know
Yes I know
Yes I know
But I love
But I love
But I love
But I love
But I love...
Oh, oh, oh...
But it's me
And it's me
But it's me
But it's me
But it's me
But it's me...