I don't matter, I don't care
I've had enough
I hate what I see in the mirror
Where will I end up
In the hands of a worser fate
Is it too late to give
A gift to myself to lift up my buried face
No more disgrace
A gift to myself to soften my cruel tongue
No more harm done
Showers in the leaden sky
Once begun will always cry for me
Flowers blossom with a sigh
Forever young and full of why
I can be their seed and all I need is
A gift to myself to lift up my buried face
No more disgrace
A gift to myself to soften my cruel tongue
No more harm done
What will it be
When will I receive
When will I receive
When will I receive
A gift to myself
When will I be
A gift to myself
Lady in White - Gift to Myself Lyrics
Lady in White - Gift to Myself Lyrics
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I don't matter, I don't care
I've had enough
I hate what I see in the mirror
Where will I end up
In the hands of a worser fate
Is it too late to give
A gift to myself to lift up my buried face
No more disgrace
A gift to myself to soften my cruel tongue
No more harm done
Showers in the leaden sky
Once begun will always cry for me
Flowers blossom with a sigh
Forever young and full of why
I can be their seed and all I need is
A gift to myself to lift up my buried face
No more disgrace
A gift to myself to soften my cruel tongue
No more harm done
What will it be
When will I receive
When will I receive
When will I receive
A gift to myself
When will I be
A gift to myself
I've had enough
I hate what I see in the mirror
Where will I end up
In the hands of a worser fate
Is it too late to give
A gift to myself to lift up my buried face
No more disgrace
A gift to myself to soften my cruel tongue
No more harm done
Showers in the leaden sky
Once begun will always cry for me
Flowers blossom with a sigh
Forever young and full of why
I can be their seed and all I need is
A gift to myself to lift up my buried face
No more disgrace
A gift to myself to soften my cruel tongue
No more harm done
What will it be
When will I receive
When will I receive
When will I receive
A gift to myself
When will I be
A gift to myself
Writer: Tanya Madsen
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid