edge of all I need Still I cling to what I see And what have I there? I bred my own disaster Who have I to blame? When all I need is waiting To be fanned
Than to be the way I am, I am It's better off this way Than be groping for the flame Than to be the way I am, I am Still this tongue for I am hung
Fordítás: Knapp, Jennifer. The Way I Am.
