I feel like I want to hide away,
Like a wounded dog, led astray.
I feel like I need 365 days,
But I can’t afford to, to stay in this haze.
Instead, I have to let it go,
Trusting I’ve understood the show.
The world doesn’t need me, right?
Your point was made, you won the fight
But now, it’s your perception, I find.
Cause when I step out with a smile so bright,
With my head held high, steady light.
With abs in a six-pack, chest out proud,
The birds start singing, no longer cowed.
When I smile, the rain retreats,
When I dance, money greets.
When I speak, jaws do drop,
Maybe I don’t need flops
In my world, I’m on top.
