Free to Be Me - Francesca Battistelli

At twenty years of age

I’m still looking for a dream

A war’s already waged

For my destiny

But you’ve already won the battle

And you’ve got great plans for me

Though I can’t always see

Cause I got a couple dents in my fender

Got a couple rips in my jeans

Try to fit the pieces together

But perfection is my enemy

On my own I’m so clumsy

But on your shoulders I can see

I’m free to be me

When I was just a girl

I thought I had it figured out

My life would turn out right

And I’d make it here somehow

But things don’t always come that easy

And sometimes I would doubt

Cause I got a couple dents in my fender

Got a couple rips in my jeans

Try to fit the pieces together

But perfection is my enemy

On my own I’m so clumsy

But on your shoulders I can see

I’m free to be me

And you’re free to be you

Sometimes I believe

That I can do anything

Yet other times I think

I’ve got nothing good to bring

But you look at my heart and you tell me

That I’ve got all you seek

And it’s easy to believe

Even though

Cause I got a couple dents in my fender

Got a couple rips in my jeans

Try to fit the pieces together

But perfection is my enemy

On my own I’m so clumsy

But on your shoulders I can see

I’m free to be me