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 their egos
i am not my house or my car or my songs
they are only just 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
i am carrying my voice
i am carrying my heart
i am carrying my rhythmn
i am carrying my prayers
but you can't kill my spirit
it's soaring and it's strong
like a mountain
i go on and on
but when my wings are folded
the brightly colored moth
blends into the dirt into the ground
chorus
and it's me who's too weak, and it's me who's too shy
to ask for the thing i love
and it's me who's too weak, 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,
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
yes i know, i know, yes i know
but it's me