I won't worry I promise, or at least I'll try.
Of course it's killing me but thats something I'll hide inside.
For sure I'll smile, because that's how I really feel.
With a lengthened will to breathe the air, I'll believe in myself and won't be afraid.
But hear me now, dear conscience, stay out of my way and let me be strong.
I'm a gifted woman and I could not tell you wrong.


I'll mostly cause myself internal affliction, so I must beg at all times I'm alright.
Don't ask me if I'm okay, if I tell you I'm alright.
Just listen to my words and listen to the pouring rain sing my song.
If the violins play I'll be okay, swirl to the tunes like a ballerina strung too tight.
Swift and sly like a swan you'll see the beauty that I refuse to show.


When the rain falls I'll be alright, when the sky cries I'll listen closely and await for the raging laughs of the clouds.
Storm clouds are not near but the whistling wind will blow my shame away.
If only I trust and believe in myself I'll be okay.

If you listen as the rain falls you just feel like floating away, as it hits the air conditioner you feel a tingle down your spine. You listen as the water washes away all the disregard and the pain, you wonder if just for a moment you could stand out in the rain. And then you wake up and realize...

You're only human.