
Date of issue: 28.09.2017
Song language: English
Imposter Syndrome |
Who am I to know? |
To taste it makes me nervous |
When nobody deserves a thing |
Laced inside my skin |
Pull the string and watch my head move |
Anyway that they desire to |
Little white lie |
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be honest |
A character |
And i’ve been playing the part for most of my life |
You plant the seed of self doubt |
Like a weed it’ll grow |
Try to pull out the thorns |
But they’re sinking in deeper |
Carve its mark into skin |
For all else to see |
Cover up as you can |
Nobody wants the real you |
In the absence, all alone |
Paper conscience, cardboard bones will start to tear |
Paint me anyway you’d like |
Skip the brush and grab the knife |
Who am I to know? |
To taste it makes me nervous |
When nobody deserves a thing |
Laced inside my skin |
Pull the string and watch my head move |
Anyway that they desire to |
Ever crashing tides |
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be alive for once |
Reflect on what it means |
When I can’t recognize the person staring back |
When you happen to find out |
Will you promise to let me know? |
Hanging loose in it’s frame |
Out of place, sits the picture |
Of a time when youth had |
Kept the string out of my throat |
Choking on every cry of: |
But I still feel like a kid, so |