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
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
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Writer(s): Johan Guerra
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