Reborn and shivering, spat out on new terrain

Unsure, unconvincing, this faint and shaky hour
Gun-shy and quivering, timid without a hand
Feign brave with steel intent, little and hardly here
Eyes wet, toward wide open fright
If God is taking bets, I pray he wants to lose
Day one, day one, start over again
Step one, step one, I'm barely making sense
Just yet I'm faking it, 'til I'm pseudo-making it
From scratch, begin again but this time
I as I
And not as we

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ALANIS MORISSETTE