Deep down, inside of me,
there's a little girl full of fear.

A girl who's afraid of what she might see,
a girl who's afraid of what she might be,
a girl who's afraid of what she might hear
and a girl who's afraid of what she might fear.

This little girl is afraid of what she is not,
afraid of opinions, afraid of what people think is hot,
and she's afraid of what she is indeed,
afraid of her feelings, afraid of her needs,
to be loved, to be liked, to be accepted
and constantly afraid of being rejected.

Sometimes, this little girl is asleep as she should,
then I feel blessed, then I feel good.
But when she's awake and when she's crying,
deep down inside of me, it feels as if I was dying.