Paradox
Time consuming precious hours
Sitting at a café round the corner
Another year went by so many questions on my mind oh
Fine I'll try to do it my way
Shut up all the voices killin' my head
"You don't belong here they say
You'll never make it they say
You're not that good"
I kinda wanna hide but see my face up everywhere
Sometimes wanna die but not miss out cause I'm not there
I wish that I could fit in but I don't think that I fit this box
Then wish that I could stand out AND the fucking paradox
Why
Am I hanging out forever
Not knowing where to start I wanna be her
Procrastinating thinking clocks are ticking ticking backwards
Now
Guilt starts kicking in
I'm taking life for granted
I judge and blame myself for always making bad decisions
How'd I end up here
Believing
Disbelieving
Makes me sick that side of me
Makes me sick that side of me
I kinda wanna hide but see my face up everywhere
Sometimes wanna die but not miss out cause I'm not there
I wish that I could fit in but I don't think that I fit this box
Then wish that I could stand out AND the fucking paradox
I wish that I could fit in but I don't think that I fit this box
Then wish that I could stand out AND the fucking paradox
I wish that I could fit in but I don't think that I fit this box
Then wish that I could stand out AND the fucking paradox
Sitting at a café round the corner
Another year went by so many questions on my mind oh
Fine I'll try to do it my way
Shut up all the voices killin' my head
"You don't belong here they say
You'll never make it they say
You're not that good"
I kinda wanna hide but see my face up everywhere
Sometimes wanna die but not miss out cause I'm not there
I wish that I could fit in but I don't think that I fit this box
Then wish that I could stand out AND the fucking paradox
Why
Am I hanging out forever
Not knowing where to start I wanna be her
Procrastinating thinking clocks are ticking ticking backwards
Now
Guilt starts kicking in
I'm taking life for granted
I judge and blame myself for always making bad decisions
How'd I end up here
Believing
Disbelieving
Makes me sick that side of me
Makes me sick that side of me
I kinda wanna hide but see my face up everywhere
Sometimes wanna die but not miss out cause I'm not there
I wish that I could fit in but I don't think that I fit this box
Then wish that I could stand out AND the fucking paradox
I wish that I could fit in but I don't think that I fit this box
Then wish that I could stand out AND the fucking paradox
I wish that I could fit in but I don't think that I fit this box
Then wish that I could stand out AND the fucking paradox
Credits
Writer(s): Sacha Arnaud, Arthur Caget, Emma Flornoy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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