Haydee

i'm really into most things, but for the more dangerous ones, i think you'd have to dangle some sort of prize in front of me for me to go for it. i'm generally very simple, i love smiling, i love break-my-jaw-laugh out loud moments, i love meeting new people, and i like taking risks that are worth it. i crave for spontaneity. ***check it out: haydeebellen.multiply.com Me--Paula Cole 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 winter/ I'm a dark cold female/ With a golden ring of wisdom in my cave/And it is 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/ 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/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/ That I love/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 soaring and it's strong/ Like a mountainI 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'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/ That 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/That I love/But it's me/ And it's me/ But it's me