Who could possibly get me?
The pressure gets me,day in and day out
That constant feeling to not dissapoint
In the end, that is what dissapoints
So much faith entrusted in my undeserving soul
I can't do it anymore, I just can't
Everyone around me believes in me
Driving me to push on, but that lingering fear
The fear of dissapointing pulls me back
Blocking out my true potential, but in return
I must block out the noise. After all,
It's me against myself
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