I know I\'ll be better, it\'s not my first defeat But I’m the saddest girl with shopping bags you’ll ever see So much anger in flesh and bones All that confusion packed in this body ‘Cause when the love dies, where does it go? Now I’m rumbling on, writing songs, cursing his name Drinking in the day, hesitate, ‘Is it me to blame?’ Max out credit cards and sanity, but didn\'t feel ashamed ‘Cause maybe diamonds will never be my best friend I would’ve stopped and take a moment at the flowers But there’s no use of looking when you feel dead inside Have I, have I, given them too much power? I write stories that I cannot live in And write songs when I want some peace of mind What’s the point of failing? When every mistake could be justified You wouldn’t say you know me When all I know is to stay alive The grownup that I wanted to be Left with only me, myself and I Me, myself and I I’m just a common little girl, who never wanted to make a change in this world That’s never been better or worse I could pick up myself piece by piece And travel like a pirate in the seven seas But, it’s a blessing and curse Now I’m kissing their feet, bending my knee, refusing to see what’s happening in front of me So I play dumb, acting all fun, keep my mouth shut like a woman should be just to know the scheme But I was holding up my hair by the gutter I gave my body all that pain just to feel alive Am I, am I, part of this world? I write stories that I cannot live in And write songs when I want some peace of mind What’s the point of failing? When every mistake could be justified You wouldn’t say you know me When all I know is to stay alive The grownup that I wanted to be Left with only me, myself and I I was shy in the streets, sexy in the sheets But they’d still question my loyalty I was being too bright, being too kind Begging to those that I shouldn’t feel sorry They could make up all the labels and the rumours I could go along and let my lungs pay the price ‘Cause I, ‘cause I know it’s no time to give in I write stories that I cannot live in And write songs when I want some peace of mind What’s the point of failing? When every mistake could be justified You wouldn’t say you know me When all I know is to stay alive The grownup that I wanted to be Left with only me, myself and I Me, myself and I