Maybe it's me who's holding me back.
I keep saying if this starvation keeps creeping up on me,
maybe my soul will finally disinergrate and my body
will drop to the floor, the thud ricocheting through every
attempt I had to achieve my dreams.
Gallivanting with the universe until
my frustration sideswipes my head
making me bleed, gushing out all the fear
that carves up my brain and make me scream.
Now I'm a liar, can't simple do the things expected of me.