What Makes Me Me کے بول

What makes me, me? I am too ordinary I have nothing more to offer Than my wide-eyed wonder at the world Curved moss, birdsong, the soft skin of birch bark The kindness of strangers, pink stones and warm sand Why, why, why? You’re always wondering why I have to stay strong to smile, anyway It’s not that hard, you tell me they say I don’t wanna have to tell you I remember one winter you told me My Pollyanna views were disquieting And, why, why, why? You’re always wondering why I have to stay strong to smile, anyway