I am a walking talking
Mother doctor wife machine
My wild spirit chained into stillness
By loving hands

Look at these small bodies
Nesting on my lap
Feeding off my body my mind

The people in hospital beds
Looking for the solution
To all their troubles

His hands on my body
Exploring his own desire
Drawn onto my body

Which part of me is mine?

Would you love me if i was covered in scars?
If I was always sad?
If I couldn't commit?
Would you love me if i couldn't love myself?
Because i love you even though your heart is broke.
When you say you cant go on.
When you lose control.
I love you for who you are.
Can you learn to love me?
Even though i dont love myself I would hope that you could love me for what i am.

Maybe if you try it all the time,
You’ll have the chance, wait and fly.
You know right? What am I talking about?
Not status, nor money or even a price.
How about if you try and get to know yourself, to accept what you are and always be great.
Great on your mind and smiling with your eyes, loving our own company to share in life.

Give it a chance, try harder on that.
That’s the best advice I can provide.

Why would you choose someone like me?

There are women much prettier than I,

With skin softer than mine,

Hair longer,

Bodies better,

Voices smoother,

Eyes deeper,

Personalities richer,

Hearts bigger.

Why would you choose someone like me?

You can have so much more than my low self-esteem.

you're not pretty
like all of these other girls that you see
on the tv and in magazines
but who you are
is so unique
more than those other girls
could ever hope to be