Most of my songs seem to be Questions raised and Self-fulfilling prophecies They're an example Of how much room there's left For the half of me that needs to grow up Silence is my misleading virtue I don't speak of the disorder to overcome But when I face the mirror and look at me I just see leftovers of infant belief It's not about me It's all about you It's not about me It's all about you I put my mind at rest I'm willing to hear What you were saying All of these years You've allowed my tears to come freely That sleeplessness is now my lullaby I've been awake since I heard you speak that night I shall not want but wrap myself in this light It's not about me It's all about you It's not about me It's all about you I wish that I was nothing I wouldn't mind Losing my best friends Just to be with you all of my life It's not about me It's all about you It's not about me It's all about you It's not about me But I am all about you