OK, so Sometimes it feels too much When I have a quiet moment it's filled like a roller coaster I'm not used to that I want my head under the surface Where it's dull All I can hear is my heart I can feel the beats ripple And sounds muffle But I also can't get shit out of my head I have a dam that I need to empty One quiet moment at a time
I used to think you could choose who you were But never being true to yourself means you never are yourself. But what you choose to act on defines who you are. So, who am I? The battle of who I want to be and who I'm born to be pulls at me until I become everything and nothing in one
Sitting in my hotel writing sad songs Texting friends that I can't bear to talk to Wishing I was the version of myself that I envisioned Why haven't I sticked to what I want? Why is the world set up so I'd fail Why can't I see what my heart wants All I can see is what pop songs sing and lullabyes bring
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