Ma mama asked me to be strong,
Afraid she’d think I’m too soft, too small
But I’m tired of pretending
Like I’m made of steel
Truth is I always feel myself so tender
I’m not afraid to cry
There’s strength in this softness after all
So if you see me shaking
Don’t think I’m weak
I’m just learning to stand on my own two feet
I’d rather show you
What’s underneath
Than pretend I’m someone I’ll never be
I’d rather be soft
But strong in my own, my own, my way
Cause even broken things
Can still create my own, my own, my way
I used to think I had to be tough
That showing love wouldn’t be enough
Now I know I’m not afraid to give what I hold back
To show the parts that hurt the most
That’s where love finds a way to go
This is the Butter Room vibe
I’d rather show you what’s underneath
Than pretend I’m someone I’ll never be
I’d rather be soft
But strong in my own, my own, my way
Cause even broken things
Can still create my own, my own, my way
This is the Butter Room vibe
I don’t need to hide or pretend
That I’m fine all the while
I’d rather be open and be real
That’s the only way to go
I’d rather show you what’s underneath
Than pretend I’m someone I’ll never be
I’d rather be soft
But strong in my own, my own, my way
Cause even broken things
Can still create my own, my own, my way
I'm in my prime