Can you stop for just a second?
Can you not be you for just a moment?
Perfect, gorgeous, impossible you?
Because it scares the shit out of me.
It scares me because the last one thousand times I felt like this
I crashed and burned.
I fell apart.
I lost it completely.
And I’ve still got a few missing pieces
And if you could stop being you for just a minute
I might be able to find myself again
Find myself and raise my head up
And when I fall
Maybe I won’t all so hard
Or maybe not so far.
So can you stop being you?
So I can start being me?