27 years today
And the question is still near
I'm thinking 'bout humankind
And whats the f*ckin' story here?
I can be happy
That now I have the time to ask, cause
When I was younger
I had to answer blindly and fast
Some Parts of me
Ask questions like children
And Some Parts of me
Try to be the woman who feeds' em
I had to give answers
Before I was able to question
Developing strength
Without having any intention
I wanted to explore myself
Feel meak instead of being functional
Oh I was welcome, but
Not all of me could get in
Some Parts of me
Are looking through a young girls eyes
And Some Parts of me
Ask questions like a child
And Some Parts of me try to be
The woman to feed