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, cant think I cant speak    Im tired of handshakes so please    Get rid of this crowd I cant breathe here    anymore    You just have to let me go, you just have to    let me go       Its noisy, cant think I cant speak...