Becoming a victim to my own mind.
Trying to pick myself up,
when will I finally get a grip on this life?
But I'll act like I've got a lot to tell
about a state of contentment that I've still yet to find
'Cause I've been made to believe it can't be mine -
and deep down, oh somewhere deep down,
I know this is a lie.
And I'm just waiting for something, Waiting for anything to genuinely convince me otherwise
The truth is,
I'm still slipping
Into a constant state of uncertainty
about who I can be
when fear and helplessness are looming over me.
And they say confidence is key, and it's right in front of me
But that self doubt is still all that I can see
It's the hole that I fall in,
it's the rut that I crawl in
and I'm still looking for my way out