We are waiting for someone to cure our fears
They’ll come by running, get us rid of our tears
We know what we lack,
We know where we shine back
Too timid to let our light shine
Too strong to let our minds whine
“What if they could help me?”
What if we said, “Hell, me!”
When we get married to our excuses
The person in the mirror is full of accuses
Our pain loves sitting around
Our life loves tilting around
Get out of yourself
Be your own Santa, not just the elf
