A Letter From Janelle - Chiodos

We make the sun shine, we make come on

Move with me, move with me

Move with me, move with me

Don’t you think I could tell that you were trying to, trying to

Make a fool out of me, a fool out of me

Don’t you think I could tell that you were trying to, trying to

Make a fool out of me, a fool out of me

To remember who you really are

It’s so easy to get lost in constantly having to present

Whatever face you believe a person wants to see

Rather than your own

Yet we hesitate to surrender all of our insecurities

Move with me, move with me

Only the ones we are most comfortable relinquishing

Move with me, move with me

Such a paradox

Isn’t it, isn’t it?