Through This
(written by Saskia Boree)
They won't see
That I need be free, and fly
They may find me a little hazy
They may even find me a little crazy
But they can't put a label on me
They can't put me into a sty
CHORUS
Feeling not accepted
Feeling a little faded inside
Feeling a victim, a sinner again
A withered rose, without pride
Feeling an idiot, a fool
Feeling that I something miss
Feeling so unaccepted, so
Guide me through this
Offcourse have they their own feelings
But how could I know what's right
Or what I had to do?
I've no more to fight...
(chorus)
What do I miss?
Feeling so unaccepted
So, guide me throught this
If they think that they
Can walk through my door
If they think that
I can't be myself
If they think that
I can't safe myself
Guide me through this
I am the same, and nothing more
(chorus)
They may find me a little hazy
They may even find me a little crazy
But they can't put a label on me
They can't put me into a sty
(chorus)
So, guide me through this
