Should make me admit I´m broken,
I´m broken, shouldn´t it?
After all that I´ve preached
I still can not accept that I´m not a fit.
And once lead off course the snowball,
Snowballing down my spine
Draws a perfectly imperfect line.

Is it just the weight,
Cuz the weight is what weighs me down again.
Or is that the scapegoat, the overly clumsy friend
There to take on the blame for what´s really happening
This circle must come to an end.

And I always liked that about me
That I know what I am fighting for
and for this I´d go to war.
Weapon in mind is my minds skin
Swaddled round the only body part
That should matter,
My heart.

The only way is to let go get rid of all the fear,
Of not being perfect, my goal seems perfectly clear.
Terrified if I let go I also lose myself
And I don´t want to be somebody else.

And I always liked that about me,
That I know what I am fighting for and for
This I´d go to war.
Weapon in mind is my minds skin
Swaddled round the only body part
That should matter,
My heart.

What if I´ve always been
Good enough in my skin
Good enough in my skin?

What if I've always been
Good enough in my skin
Good enough in my skin?

And I always liked that about me,
That I know what I am fighting for and for
This I´d go to war.
Weapon in mind is my minds skin
Swaddled round the only body part
That should matter,
My heart.