Human Contradiction
I'm the human contradiction
i can't make a decision i wanna hear but i don't wanna listen
i wanna be included in the conversation but i don't wanna take action
i wanna be the best there has ever been but i keep giving up all over again
i wanna sing but I'm scared of the mic
i wanna shine but I'm scared of the light
i wanna fly but I'm scared of flight
i wanna die but I'm scared of death
i wanna live but I'm scared of life
i wanna be great but it's all based upon an instagram rate
i wanna be a boss but I'm scared of just the thought
i wanna be proud but I'm filled with doubt
i wanna be all these things but at the same time i wanna be nothing
i don't wanna exist because i don't understand this i can't deal with this
i think my mind is worth more but in reality its worth only a dime
i want time to go by slower but i also want it to race past me and all of this drama in my family
i wanna be a good person but all i am is a burden destroying everyone else's comprehension
I'm the human contradiction
i can't make a decision i wanna hear but i don't wanna listen
i wanna be included in the conversation but i don't wanna take action
i wanna be the best there has ever been but i keep giving up all over again
i wanna sing but I'm scared of the mic
i wanna shine but I'm scared of the light
i wanna fly but I'm scared of flight
i wanna die but I'm scared of death
i wanna live but I'm scared of life
i wanna be great but it's all based upon an instagram rate
i wanna be a boss but I'm scared of just the thought
i wanna be proud but I'm filled with doubt
i wish my parents would have taught me how to be strong
i kinda had to learn it on my own and I'm not that good at it
i don't wanna live with this
constantly trying to contradict
making it confusing
its sad people find this amusing
i regret getting upset over stupidity of these other people all around me
i wish that the tea was sweet but in reality its bitter
but sadly some people are as cold as winter
i wish i would have been the best but the only thing I'm good at is being a restless soul in December
i try to be poetic but so far its just hectic
sorry all i do is lie but for now this is just a simple yet hurtful goodbye
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