I set out to write a love song,
But the things I could have sang, I sang before
in other love songs I wrote.
So, I had one thought of revolution,
But, the silence in my head just let me know
that I don't care anymore.

And, so it was a year of nothing.
A numbing frustration in my soul,
Left me as someone I don't know.
It took some broken bones to see just how far I've come,
and now I hear my song.

This one's for me,
And I'll sing la la la, oh oh.
Fir now I need nothing more.
This one's for me,
No need for poetic words or rhyming.
My creative slate is clean.
This one's for me.

For this one time nothing matters.
A celebration deep within,
Leaves me dancing to my core.
Much gets lost through the words of others.
Strong opinions and advice
Can lead you down an empty road.

But, once I listen to the heart
And leave the mind alone,
My voice finds its home.

This one's for me,
And I'll sing la la la, oh oh.
And, now I need nothing more.
This one's for me,
No need for poetic words or rhyming.
My creative slate is clean.
This one's for me.

Your song hangs up there in the clouds.
You just reach right up into the sky and take it.
It could catch this wounded world's ear by surprise

But, this one's for me
And I'll sing la la la, oh oh.
And, now I need nothing more.
This one's for me,
No need for poetic words or rhyming.
My creative slate is clean.
This one's for me.

This one's for me.