I’m a strange combination between shallow and deep
and the paradox created simply serves to defeat
My inner sense of myself and my idea of me
And the person I’m not and the one I should be
I’m not complaining or moaning I’m just stating a fact
that I’m not sure exactly how this person should act
And who she should be coz I’m finding my feet
And I’m scared I’ll not be the best girl I can be
Because in life I’ve been told that I’m not a good soul
That theres someone inside whos so hard to control
And to let them out of their cage simply scares me to death
I don’t know who they are, or what they can do yet
And I know this is weird and I can’t explain it away
In these words that I write in the things that I say
I’m just trying to get there, where that is I don’t know
I’m not even sure of which way I should go
But I’m trying and surely you can see that of me
That I’m on the path to who I’m meant to be
I want to be good and I want a good soul
and I want to be able to know where to go
But I don’t and that scares me and I think it does for you too
Because what if the person I am doesn’t need you
And my life has been made up of people I love
And the help that I give them like I was sent from above
And the mistakes I made and the stupid things that I’ve done
Weren’t done in malice or evil they were human and dumb
And I know that but still my mind hates me to know
That deep down I’m a good person whos path wasn’t shown
And its no excuse for the bad things, the worst and the rest
But I just want to forgive me for those things I detest
And we need to learn to love ourselves inside and out
Because we’re stuck with ourself and I just wanna shout
Why the fuck are you so hard on the person you were
On the person whos shoulders you rode till they hurt
And now here you are, reborn and begun
In the life you were meant to have, your time in the sun
But you beat yourself up like you’re Lecter or Hitler
And I can’t find the words to describe the reflection
Of the body that wasn’t ever meant to be mine
But I struggle onwards and upwards and I try to be kind
Though its hard when all of these things come combined
But you don’t get it I know, unless you’d walked a mile in my shoes
And if you’d done that then you’d probably hate yourself too.