Birds

Finally wrote down
A list of things to come
Fear of being let down
To satisfy someone

Sometimes I scare myself

Sitting here today
Hoping tomorrow never comes

Finally wrote out
The things I could become
But I put myself down
To say I'm not enough

Sometimes I scare myself
Into being someone else

Sitting here today
Hoping tomorrow never comes
Eventually, I swear
I'll suck it up, I'll suck it up



Credits
Writer(s): Liam Fagan
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