Me

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 egosI am not my house, my car or 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 caveAnd it's me who is my enemy
Me who beats me up
Me who makes the monsters
Me who strips my confidenceI am carrying my voice
I am carrying my heart
I am carrying my rhythm
I am carrying my prayersThat you can't kill my spirit, it's old and it is strong
And like a mountain I'll go on and on
But when my wings are folded
The brightly colored moth blends into the dirt into the groundAnd it's me who is my enemy
Me who beats me up
Me who makes the monsters
Me who strips my confidenceAnd 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 loveBut I love, but I love, but I love
But I love, but I love, but I loveI 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 knowAnd it's me who is my enemy
Me who beats me up
Me who makes the monsters
Me who strips my confidenceAnd it's me who is my enemy
Me who beats me up
Me who makes the monsters
Me who strips my confidenceBut it's me and it's me
But it's me, but it's me
But it's me, but it's me