Tempo

Everyone always said “that girl dances to her own drum
Has enough strength to blow out the stars and give hell to the sun”
Look close and I’m waltzing but I step out of tune,
Others hear Three Times a Lady , but all I hear is the blues.

Others see a woman who is beautiful and smart
Lights up the room they hadn’t realized was dark
I look in the mirror and in my reflection
All I see is a girl who needs a lot of correction.

Relentlessly brutal, unable to give myself a break
I‘m my biggest critic, always judging the future by past mistakes
Assuming people see in me the same failures I do


And these shoulders weren’t built
To take the weight of the world