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 the 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 rhythmn, 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 things I love.
It's me who's too weak.
It's me who's too shy, to ask for the things 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 .