Would she be, instead of me, stronger than man
at those many dead-ends where she looses me
A living hell, a glorious death
Have I, to please him, to go that far
Can I really succeed?
Can we be forgiven?
Can we be loved
for what we just are?
Does he think of myself some times
when my wings are scratched
and my isles drowned?
I bend through the weight
under the weight
of that half-woman that he wants me to be
I'm ok to be cute, not to sleep in the woods
I'm ok to be queen, not the shadow of king
Do I have to need?
Do I have to bleed?
To be loved by him
for what I am truly
Could he do something?
Could she do for me?
To open the door just more
Only one small step
Could he do a little more, another effort
A hand, a step, a step to me...
I don't expect from you that you stay the same
I don't expect from you that you understand,
Only you love me for what I just am.
Does she think of me, some times?
What do I have to do, to be noticed?
A living hell, a glorious death
Are you turning me into what I want not
I'm ready to enforce another face to face
but the silence is dead, and yours freezes me
My soulmate looks for the issue
The more I bleed, the more you get scared
Do I have to teach you?
I ask for nothing
The dark seas where I crawl
Where you go, where you're from
Do you really need to know
All what you're hiding
The doubt within me, deep within you
I don't expect from you that you stay the same
I don't expect from you that you understand,
Only you love me...
For what I just am.
When I doubt...
When I fall...
When the journey is too long...
When often I am no more
what you expected from me
What could we have done else?
What would you have done
instead of me?