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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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