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 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 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 rhythm

I am carrying my prayers

That 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 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 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 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

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 is my enemy

Me who beats me up

Me who makes the monsters

Me who strips my confidence

But it's me and it's me

But it's me but it's me

But it's me but it's me