Expert

You know what it's like walking
Around by myself stargazing
Can't tell which stars are real, and which ones are just staring
Back at me, caring
That one star in space
In the makes
But you wonder why I'm walking

Introverted expert
I don't say I like or don't
I can't escape this dark hole
I'm damn strapped to this pole
Keep the repetition going, though still have a soul
Walk past me like I'm coal, keep steppin' around that mole

Frustration in progress
I'm updating the process
I'm keeping up with the prospect, not giving up quite yet
Let's bet I won't regret a single word that I put out
Keep your doubts, running full of gunning find me down

Though I'll find my way to come right back around
Listen deep to how I sound, or just keep up with your damn doubts
I'm done with your thoughts for now
Sometimes my strength is endowed
Sometimes I take your thoughts all at it's costs, and I write em down



Credits
Writer(s): Lance Gross
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