Antoher me | Q.Portet [Stolen Songs]

Scrathing around to find another me, hoping it will be better,
I ask deities for help, who no-one has ever introduced me to.
If I don't have anything to share, I don't know what I'm doing in your world;
this is not the best moment, but it's the only moment that I've got now.

The iron cold of too hard a winter,
the nostalgic flame of lost love,
fear of being near and far from you.

Give me the strength I don't have, turn the autum in to spring,
though now I'm afraid, though I'm not myself.
I don't mind asking forgiveness, it's easy and oesn't go anywhere;
I don't believe that's what you want, penitents are strange people.

Though now I'm afraid, though I'm not myself,
give me the strength I don't have, turn the autum in to spring.
If I don't have anything to share,  four empty love songs;
scratching around to find another me, hoping it will be better.