Expectations
Your expectations are killing me
Your expectations are killing me
Your expectations are killing me
My expectations are killing me too
My expectations are killing me too
My expectations are killing me too
You are believing in me
It's exhausting
It's suffocating
It's disturbing me and blocking me from what I could be
Your faith in me is suffocating me
It's keeping me from living
And from doing things
By worrying
By doubting
By thinking: your faith in me will be proven wrong
So: Stop believing
Stop believing
Stop believing
Stop believing
Stop believing
Stop believing
Stop believing in me
I just want to try out everything
I don't wanna be something
I wanna be anything
You expect me to have an image
To be comprehendible and contained
But i'm not
And music isn't either
So, what's the point?
I don't wanna break myself down for you
Not only because i don't want to
But because it's impossible
We don't understand ourselves
As human beings
And if being human
And honest makes me a nutcase
Then so it be
Call me crazy
No fixed personality
We are mutants
No fixed identity
We don't settle
We constantly change
You expect me to have an image
To fix my identity
To be comprehendible and contained
But i'm not
This is violence
Because i can't be determined
I'm no one's little girl and i'm not gonna be
I don't wanna be in your family tree
I'm no one's little girl and i'm not gonna be
I don't wanna be in your family tree
I'm no one's little girl and i'm not gonna be
I don't wanna be in your family tree
I'm no one's little girl and i'm not gonna be
Your expectations are choking me
Stop pushing me
Stop pushing me
Success can't be planned
Intentional success is a make-believe
I won't believe it
It does not exist
You think i'll compete for the top?
It's an illusion
The top is not there to be worked up for
It's nowhere
And no path can take you there
The top is under my feet as soon as i let go of it
So, i let go of it
With every step i take i try to lose a piece
Every day
I let go
Success is not reaching top ten
Or playing the game
Or this club
Or that stage
Success is when i'm living my life on my own terms
When i do what I want – how i want it
And i want anything
I don't want something
I want anything
I don't wanna be dead before i've lived
This is now
This is what counts
I will float
I will drift
See what comes
See what happens
And i'm so curious
So in my own pace
I will try everything out
If i become something it will be by mistake
I won't have it planned
I will just have lived my life and done my stuff
It could happen by accident or by chance
But i won't aim for it
No longer
Never again
I'm killing my ambition
I'm killing what you think i could become
What must happen will happen
But i'm not hunting for what you think is success
I'll cross the bridges when i reach them
Not when you think i should have reached them
My art is a way to live, love, think, breathe and create
Regardless of success
Regardless of approval
And i may need the stage
And i need to say things
But i don't need accolades
I don't need applause
Of course, i appreciate it
But i'm not entitled to it
I won't work for it
I won't wait for it
I let go of my expectations
I mock your expectations
And i let them go
I get better at not giving a fuck
And at some point, i'll master it like an art
All X all X all X
All expectations are losing it
Are losing their hold, are losing their grip
All expectations are losing it
Are losing their hold, are losing their grip
All expectations are losing it
Are losing their hold, are losing their grip
All expectations are losing it
Are losing their hold, are losing their grip
All expectations are losing it
Are losing their hold, losing their grip
All expectations are losing it
Are losing their hold, are losing their grip
All expectations are losing it
Are losing their hold, are losing their grip
All expectations are losing it
Are losing their hold, are losing their grip
Losing their hold and losing their grip
Losing their hold, are losing their grip
Losing their hold, losing their grip
Losing their hold, losing their grip
Losing their hold and losing their grip
Your expectations are killing me
Your expectations are killing me
My expectations are killing me too
My expectations are killing me too
My expectations are killing me too
You are believing in me
It's exhausting
It's suffocating
It's disturbing me and blocking me from what I could be
Your faith in me is suffocating me
It's keeping me from living
And from doing things
By worrying
By doubting
By thinking: your faith in me will be proven wrong
So: Stop believing
Stop believing
Stop believing
Stop believing
Stop believing
Stop believing
Stop believing in me
I just want to try out everything
I don't wanna be something
I wanna be anything
You expect me to have an image
To be comprehendible and contained
But i'm not
And music isn't either
So, what's the point?
I don't wanna break myself down for you
Not only because i don't want to
But because it's impossible
We don't understand ourselves
As human beings
And if being human
And honest makes me a nutcase
Then so it be
Call me crazy
No fixed personality
We are mutants
No fixed identity
We don't settle
We constantly change
You expect me to have an image
To fix my identity
To be comprehendible and contained
But i'm not
This is violence
Because i can't be determined
I'm no one's little girl and i'm not gonna be
I don't wanna be in your family tree
I'm no one's little girl and i'm not gonna be
I don't wanna be in your family tree
I'm no one's little girl and i'm not gonna be
I don't wanna be in your family tree
I'm no one's little girl and i'm not gonna be
Your expectations are choking me
Stop pushing me
Stop pushing me
Success can't be planned
Intentional success is a make-believe
I won't believe it
It does not exist
You think i'll compete for the top?
It's an illusion
The top is not there to be worked up for
It's nowhere
And no path can take you there
The top is under my feet as soon as i let go of it
So, i let go of it
With every step i take i try to lose a piece
Every day
I let go
Success is not reaching top ten
Or playing the game
Or this club
Or that stage
Success is when i'm living my life on my own terms
When i do what I want – how i want it
And i want anything
I don't want something
I want anything
I don't wanna be dead before i've lived
This is now
This is what counts
I will float
I will drift
See what comes
See what happens
And i'm so curious
So in my own pace
I will try everything out
If i become something it will be by mistake
I won't have it planned
I will just have lived my life and done my stuff
It could happen by accident or by chance
But i won't aim for it
No longer
Never again
I'm killing my ambition
I'm killing what you think i could become
What must happen will happen
But i'm not hunting for what you think is success
I'll cross the bridges when i reach them
Not when you think i should have reached them
My art is a way to live, love, think, breathe and create
Regardless of success
Regardless of approval
And i may need the stage
And i need to say things
But i don't need accolades
I don't need applause
Of course, i appreciate it
But i'm not entitled to it
I won't work for it
I won't wait for it
I let go of my expectations
I mock your expectations
And i let them go
I get better at not giving a fuck
And at some point, i'll master it like an art
All X all X all X
All expectations are losing it
Are losing their hold, are losing their grip
All expectations are losing it
Are losing their hold, are losing their grip
All expectations are losing it
Are losing their hold, are losing their grip
All expectations are losing it
Are losing their hold, are losing their grip
All expectations are losing it
Are losing their hold, losing their grip
All expectations are losing it
Are losing their hold, are losing their grip
All expectations are losing it
Are losing their hold, are losing their grip
All expectations are losing it
Are losing their hold, are losing their grip
Losing their hold and losing their grip
Losing their hold, are losing their grip
Losing their hold, losing their grip
Losing their hold, losing their grip
Losing their hold and losing their grip
Credits
Writer(s): Yannik Sandhofer, Franziska Staubli, Ramon Oliveras
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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