Ive been waiting for my brilliance to

shine through

like waiting would do

Ive been called a little coward more

than once

It hurts when its true

Ive been following your footprints in

the snow

Trying to return the excuses that I stole



Im the first on and the last off the bus

Little ego be stil

And I fight the cold wind back up the street

To Hagnesta Hill

and the darkness and the snow fallen as one

and I lost my scarf

at a busstop on the outskirts of town



I gather all the courage and the hate

Little ego is wild

And my voice broke I finally reached

that age

I was cruel as a child

If this feeling that remains is not mine

then its something new

Maybe my brilliance shining through



Its noisy, cant think I cant speak

Im tired of handshakes so please

Get rid of this crowd I cant breathe here

anymore

You just have to let me go, you just have to

let me go



Its noisy, cant think I cant speak...