Broken Dishes
Do I really belong in this place
If I do then why can't I find a way
Trapped in a maze
Nothing but broken dishes
All my wishes are scrapped from the plate
And I'm, stuck in a position, trying to fulfill my wishes
But I can't get out of it, trapped in a Venus flytrap
I should be flying, towards my visions
But something is keeping me grounded
Honestly, it's like house arrest, a mental prison
Praying for guidance, I can barely get out of bed
This house is packed, inhabitants, living free of rent inside my head
Thoughts are driving me mad
Being stuck while trying to get out of this cast
Actor with a broken heart, leaving the set
Fuck, I feel like a miscast
Maybe I should stop acting like I'm born for this
I'm a nervous mess, give me a reason to keep it up
I keep regressing to my past
Guess I freeze a lot, feeling wingless I can't leave my nest
How can I reach a spot that feels less like a beat-em-up
I think I need some rest, charge my battery
Am I even made to last
Do I really belong in this place
If I do then why can't I find a way
Trapped in a maze
Nothing but broken dishes
All my wishes are scrapped from the plate
I can barely do what I love, am I losing my passion, nah
It must be inner animosity, lack of trust in my own capacities
I ration my energies, got nothing left in my tank
Asking for the strength to conquer my enemies
My frustrated futile feelings (yeah)
And I feel like an imposter struggling for weeks with my place in this
Tryna pinpoint my weakness but it's vague
Like I just drank ten bottles of Guinness
Liquid courage, as a form of riddance
An answer to the wicked line walking bigots, featherless pigeon
Unable to reach the finish, stomach aching
From all the stress my head is full yet vacant
These mental ailments, are the reason why I skipped days in high school
Back in the day when, I couldn't keep up with all the changes
Ever been obsessed with something,
that every step creates a new gap on your path is worth mentioning
Like "Oh, I didn't see the mistake before, how many takes
does it take before imperfectness flies out the door"
But all you are left with, is a path, defined by and for the desperate
But I try to act right, 'cause I ain't the type to mess with the victim role
These are my lessons, and my past, I out best it
Let's take a new direction
Do I really belong in this place
If I do then why can't I find a way
Trapped in a maze
Nothing but broken dishes
All my wishes are scrapped from the plate
If I do then why can't I find a way
Trapped in a maze
Nothing but broken dishes
All my wishes are scrapped from the plate
And I'm, stuck in a position, trying to fulfill my wishes
But I can't get out of it, trapped in a Venus flytrap
I should be flying, towards my visions
But something is keeping me grounded
Honestly, it's like house arrest, a mental prison
Praying for guidance, I can barely get out of bed
This house is packed, inhabitants, living free of rent inside my head
Thoughts are driving me mad
Being stuck while trying to get out of this cast
Actor with a broken heart, leaving the set
Fuck, I feel like a miscast
Maybe I should stop acting like I'm born for this
I'm a nervous mess, give me a reason to keep it up
I keep regressing to my past
Guess I freeze a lot, feeling wingless I can't leave my nest
How can I reach a spot that feels less like a beat-em-up
I think I need some rest, charge my battery
Am I even made to last
Do I really belong in this place
If I do then why can't I find a way
Trapped in a maze
Nothing but broken dishes
All my wishes are scrapped from the plate
I can barely do what I love, am I losing my passion, nah
It must be inner animosity, lack of trust in my own capacities
I ration my energies, got nothing left in my tank
Asking for the strength to conquer my enemies
My frustrated futile feelings (yeah)
And I feel like an imposter struggling for weeks with my place in this
Tryna pinpoint my weakness but it's vague
Like I just drank ten bottles of Guinness
Liquid courage, as a form of riddance
An answer to the wicked line walking bigots, featherless pigeon
Unable to reach the finish, stomach aching
From all the stress my head is full yet vacant
These mental ailments, are the reason why I skipped days in high school
Back in the day when, I couldn't keep up with all the changes
Ever been obsessed with something,
that every step creates a new gap on your path is worth mentioning
Like "Oh, I didn't see the mistake before, how many takes
does it take before imperfectness flies out the door"
But all you are left with, is a path, defined by and for the desperate
But I try to act right, 'cause I ain't the type to mess with the victim role
These are my lessons, and my past, I out best it
Let's take a new direction
Do I really belong in this place
If I do then why can't I find a way
Trapped in a maze
Nothing but broken dishes
All my wishes are scrapped from the plate
Credits
Writer(s): Indra Surkijn
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