Wannabe, Pt. 1

Striving to be the best
But I ain't feeling blessed
I Can't take being stressed
Wish I could read ahead
Will they call me purebred?
Will I make them impressed?
No stopping this headache
I need to take a rest

When will I play a show?
When will I know the road?
Terrified i'll let go
Grip of this passion
Might be losing traction
I thought I was soaring
But really I'm crashing
Straight into apathy
Its serendipity
The process where the songs
Come to me naturally
Acts as my telescope
Always giving me hope
Making me think

I'm not a wannabe
I'm not a wannabe
Wannabe
I'm not a wannabe
I'm not a wannabe

I'm sorry I must contradict
Hypocrite
Perhaps I'm a wannabe
I don't wanna be
Stuck counting to three
You're currently listening to a
Wannabe

What does it really mean?
I'm only seventeen
Is there a problem with being a
Wannabe?
Means that I'm working
It means that I'm dreaming
Thinking "Hey one day I will not be a
Wannabe"

Whining not shining is that all this is?
Stop hoping they say that "this guy is the shit"
Its human to hope for that here and then
That hope is what gonna drive me to the end

I'm tryna count those sheep
Looked in a mirror
A stranger stares back at me
Keeping me up at night
He's making this drum beat
Helping me to ignite
Helping me find the heat

Wannabe
I'm not a wannabe
Wannabe
I'm not a wannabe
I'm not a wannabe



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Writer(s): North Bloom
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