It's not your stature

That tilts the scale

It's not your know-how

That whites me pale



Haven't you noticed, I so often succumb

Playing the novice, I just suck on my thumb

I'm singing the harmony to the melody you hum

I march like a soldier to the beat of your drum



Anne Marie

It is all in your delivery

But can you help that you belittle me?

It's not your fault

I feel so small

Anne Marie



I call to question

This pattern of disease

A predilection

Of yet another harsh decree



There is a rhythm pulsing out of control

Driving us swiftly away from our goal

Here in my heart babe, it's carving a hole

Pounding me weak, penetrating my soul



Anne Marie

It is all in your delivery

But can you help that you belittle me?

It's not your fault

I feel so small

Anne Marie



Anne Marie

It is all in your delivery

I am trying now to help you see

Are we working towards a better we?

Or am I shouting out a hopeless plea?

It is there in your delivery

I am trying now to make you see



It's not your fault

I feel so small

Anne Marie