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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, my songs They are only just stops along my way I am like the winter I'm a dark cold person 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 confidenceI 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'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'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 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 Yes I know, i know, yes i knowThat I love But it's me And it's me But it's me