Slowly the center of the universe shiftsnNo longer is he the birth of my shamenNow I see the end to this nNow I’m free to end all thisnnHe don’t call me nand I surrendernHe won’t see menbut I am headstrongnand I could be a little betternand I could be a little bit strongernand I could be a little bit of everythingnnHe was the stone on the ground I stepped uponnHe meant to have me as I was for way too longnNow I see how I grew upnNow I’m here and he’s torn outnnHe won’t call me, and I surrendernHe won’t see menbut I am headstrong nand I could be a little better nand I could be a little bit stronger nand I could be a little bit of everythingnn