It's time we came to term with it.
It's time that we felt the feeling.
It's redundant like it's the fun that leads us to believe our own lie.
My eyes on the skies and I want to believe,
But my vote of non-self confidence has left me,
Covered and wrapped in a sheath.
Let me out, I'm just holding in.
It's harder than I could ever imagine.
The instant reaction, I need a distraction.
It's harder than I could ever believe and I'm dying to let myself in.
I'll keep my ears peeled and my eyes on the ground.
As the cracks I avoid leave my bound for the round.
It's hard to stop my foot from crashing over the pavement folding.
And I'm the boulder.
My eyes on the skies and I want to believe,
But my vote of non-self confidence has left me,
Covered and wrapped in a sheath.
Let me out, I'm just holding in.
I'll refuse to confuse and make this conspicuous.
The world is unstable and makes us incapable,
of understanding where we're landing.
Our fate lies within our hands.
Come what may,
It's hard to say when ambitions discover indecisive lovers.
Let me understand where you're coming from now.
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