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.
(chorus)
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,
tha you can 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.
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.