But I guess I'm just too scared to be a singer.
I hope somebody's weeping for my soul, because
I've never seen much more there than a hole.
and I'm too busy weeping for Allende, and the children born to Brexit,
and every girl who never learned to read
And if there was a problem which affects me,
I would just return to books, pretending I'm not one to feel.

I guess I'm just too scared to be a rebel.
I only see the things that I could lose,
and never what they have already taken.
I'm fearing for the frontliners of Hong Kong,
those left in Exarcheia, and everyone who ditches their hijab
I guess the revolution can be happy that it's not happening here,
at least now it's not up to me.

I hope I'm not too scared to be nonbinary.
sometimes I walk around just in a dress
though I'm not sure at all it's for my best.
And I could worry 'bout the german pronouns, about workplace applications,
and what the fascists do when they're in power -
but now I'm wearing lipstick while inventing a new word,
and I know happiness is just a sleeveless shirt.

I'm suprised, but I am not too scared to sing.
maybe I'm too scared to show my soul, because you know,
it could very well turn out to be a hole.
But rather I would listen to the songs of a prisoner,
to Anne Frank, or someone who escaped military ranks,
'cause if a soul is empty, what's there to sing about?
My tears are only wept for people I have never met
I always bring a glass, to capture tears when they're still wet
and lock them up in lines, in a verse and in a metrum.
So if you need a song, maybe to fill your soul with petrol,
or to crush a hope, or to find out where you belong,
for tears, a glass is just another prison to break out
and tears are not afraid of being wrong.