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