Ive been waiting for my brilliance to shine through like waiting would do Ive been called a little coward more than once It hurts when its true Ive been following your footprints in the snow Trying to return the excuses that I stole Im the first on and the last off the bus Little ego be stil And I fight the cold wind back up the street To Hagnesta Hill and the darkness and the snow fallen as one and I lost my scarf at a busstop on the outskirts of town I gather all the courage and the hate Little ego is wild And my voice broke I finally reached that age I was cruel as a child If this feeling that remains is not mine then its something new Maybe my brilliance shining through Its noisy编辑于2000/04/20更新