Hvis du dropper
historien om,
at noget er svagt,
og noget andet er stærkt,
så er der ikke noget,
der er bedre end andet,
og du kan være dig selv
- ligesom du er -
hver eneste gang.

don't pretend
to be something
you're not
because eventually

you will forget who you are.

Be sorry not for being yourself;
Be sorry for not being yourself

who do you turn to
when everybody turns their back?
who do you become
when you're alone at home ?
i become myself.

I wish to say my heart is made of gold,
but it's silver.

Because the silver has been tarnished by those around me,
trying to bring me down,
make me bitter,
steal some of my sweetness.

But you won't win.
Because deep down beneath the fade
I know that the silver is still here.
And I know that one day someone's love,
like a perfect polish will come
and wipe away my tarnishes.

You’re afraid to face the crowd, so you let her go instead
Let her say those words out loud that live inside your head

Let her feet test the waters, before you dive into the deep
Let your inhibitions fade, before you take that leap

Let her stand on stage, you’re just a spectator
Let her have the glory, let her bear the haters

Let her build your confidence, slowly brick by brick
Let her know all the flaws, before you reveal your trick

Let her learn and grow, let her discover where she went wrong
Before you step out from the curtains and show you it was you all along

Let her take the bow, while you listen to the applause
Let them cheer her name, you know that you’re the cause

But don’t get so cozy in the shadows, that you remain a silhouette
Of the name that gave you fame; don’t let her become a regret

Remember that you made her; she’s just a shield you hide behind
Never be afraid to let them see *you and your ingenious mind

Some people are not poets
They are poetry themselves

Some people are not authors
They are books themselves

Some people are not singers
They are songs themselves

Some people are not beautiful
They are beauty themselves

Some people are not modest
They are modesty themselves

And

They all exist in this world
But they don't  recognize themselves

We are all wise
You are no different
But you are not confident
Do you think your experience is not real?
You can help someone

We all need a friend
You are no different
But you cannot be alone
Do you think a new person is who you are?
You should find yourself first

We are all sad
You are no different
But you won't tell anyone
Do you think they do not care?
Give them a chance to help you

We are all the same
You are no different
But you try to be like everyone else
How is it that you are the same but still different?
That is the riddle you must solve

You don't need the smoky colored quartz dangling in your hair,
Or the liquid rubies painted onto your soft lips,
Or the powdered gold dusted onto your eyelids to hide the look of pain.
You don't need the silver buttons strung up your shirt to make your aura seem pure,
Or the perfect pearls around your throat to tease and allure,
Or the obsidian skirt hugging your thighs to add the finishing touch.
You don't need the diamond blade to make you bleed imperial topaz onto your marble floor,
Or the laxatives made of howlites to cut your figure thin,
Or the breast implants made of danburites to make you seem attractive.
You are worth more than the emeralds that people compare your eyes to.
You are worth more than the sapphires that make up the water in your body.
And you are worth more than the taaffeites that compose the air you breath.
You are a perfect angel without the expensive things.
Just sing sweet lullabies of the truth and be yourself,
To ensure you live in a beautiful reality.