Like I float along a stream of words unsaid
Choosing not to cast my net
But I spend so long questioning myself
If this isn't right
Then does that mean I failed?
Will my melodies ever live up
Will my metaphors be profound enough
Will I ever outdo myself
The ceiling gets higher and higher
It's harder and harder to shatter
And when I fall
I fall worse than I ever did before
Evaluating the damage no I just don't understand it
Conflicted my the very air I breathe
A love with hatred laced between
You can see it in my eyes
A child's spark light up the night
Constant search for approval, suffocated by refusal
Devouring my skull but never feeling full
Oh, dear I don't wanna be a burden
But could you please be a little more concerned with
The overactive mind of a believer
The toxic thoughts of an overachiever
Oh, dear if only you could feel it
The crippling fear of being deserted