Je n'attends pas de toi

Would she be stronger than a man in my place
at the end of these dead ends where she leaves me?
Living in hell, dying in battle,
do I have to go this far to please him?
Could it be that I can make it?
Could it be that we’ll be forgiven?
Could it be that we’ll be loved
for who we are?
Does she ever step into my shoes
when my wings get crumpled
and my islands drown?
I bend under the weight,
bend under the weight
of this half of a woman
he wants me to be.
I’m willing to play the part, but not sleep in the woods.
I’m willing to be a queen, but not the shadow of a king.
Do I have to give in?
Do I have to bleed
for him to love me too
for who I am?
Could he make it happen?
Would she do it for me?
Open the door a little,
would that be a step?
Could he try again,
just one more effort,
a gesture, a step,
a step toward me...
I’m not waiting for you to be nice.
I’m not waiting for you to understand me,
just that you love me for who I am.
Does she ever step into my shoes sometimes?
What do I have to do for her to see me?
Living in hell, dying in battle,
do you want to make me into what I’m not?
I’m willing to make the effort to face it,
but the silence is dead and yours freezes me.
My soul seeks the error.
The more my blood drains, the more you fear.
Do I have to teach you?
I ask for nothing,
the murky waters where I linger,
or where you go, where you come from.
Do you really have to know
all that you hide,
everything deep inside me,
deep inside you?
I’m not waiting for you to be nice.
I’m not waiting for you to understand me,
but just that you love me,
just that you love me
for who I am.
When I doubt,
when I fall,
and when the road is too long,
when sometimes I’m not
what you expect from me.
What do you want us to do?
What would you have done in my place?