"Me" By Paula Cole

ME
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 pasify 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 golden pail of wisdom in my path

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
But you can't kill my spirit
It's so old and strong
Like a mountain, I'll go on and on
When my wings are frozen
The brightly colored moth
Runs 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

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

But I love
But I love
But I love
But I love