That one who survives by making the lives Of others worthwhile She's coming apart right before my eyes The one that depends on the services she renders To those who come knocking She's seen too clearly what she can't be What understanding defies She says, "I need not to need Or else a love with intuition Someone who reaches out to my weakness And won't let go I need not to need I've always been the tower But now I feel like I'm the flower Trying to bloom in snow." She turns off the light, anticipating night Falling tenderly around her And watches the dusk The words won't come She carries the axe so convincingly The fact is sometimes she believes it The she can be happy the way things are Be happy with the things she's done And yet, I need not to need Or else a love with intuition Someone who reaches out to my weakness And won't let go I need not to need I've always been the tower But now I feel like I'm the flower Trying to bloom in snow Reach out, hold back Where is safety? Reach out, and hold back Where is the one who can save me? Where is the one, the one? [x2] I need not to need Or else a love with intuition Someone who reaches out to my weakness And won't let go I need not to need I've always been the tower But now I feel like I'm the flower Trying to bloom in snow I feel like I'm the flower Trying to bloom in snow The danger and the power The friend and the foe