Paula Cole

The echo of shame, the voice inside my head,
The need for love, the insecurity.
Cutting me down, to the fourteen year old girl,
The Father Figure criticizing me.
Go on – through the darkest night,
Cause I know inside the answer’s here in me.
There’s blood on my soul, for speaking out my pain,
Perpetuating hurt in family.
My mother in me – I cannot explain,
My need for love from her will never wane.