I'm a mess.
i'm scared, i'm terrified, i'm singing, i'm glorious
i'm an angel with wings but i'm shrouded in sin
i'm fragile and gentle and sad and small
and strong and independent and brave and happy and
it's so beautiful, i accept the feeling, pain, love
can i see the light? is that the right light?
how can i tell the difference?
this might be perfection in a jewel...
it's all in place, but it's falling apart, is it true?
is it all supposed to be like this?
this is beautiful, it's here, it's right, it's wrong
i'm right, i'm wrong, i'm pure, i'm tainted
i'm full of spirit and strength, i have no strength
i'm tired, i'm here, i'm down, i'm flying, i'm true
i'm everything, i'm nothing, i'm here, i'm me
this revelation i have of love and reclamation
i cry while i'm laughing and laugh when i'm crying
and separate my emotions just perfectly
i remember sitting in the sun and smiling at the sky
running in the rain and throwing myself in the snow
can you feel it? are you here? this is beautiful
this is hard, this is easy, this is true, this is me...
