Maybe you’re just not good enough
Too sensitive, not strong enough
Probably not still young enough
Maybe it’s time that you gave up.
Your family and friends the humour you.
Increasingly they think you don’t have a clue.
Maybe they’re right, you don’t have a clue.
This is the sh*t I put myself through
Do you?
I’m not
always
the master of my mind
It’s hard
sometimes
to not believe the lies
Some days I can be mindful
But mostly I still feel like a shambles
And if you do, too then
I’m singing to you
My little serenade.
You don’t even know who you are,
You left yourself at the conservatoire
Back when you still made your parents proud
What can the say about you now?
Nothing, there is no update.
What progress have you actually made?
It’s embarrassing, you’re embarrassing.
Here I go again.
I wouldn’t speak that way to a friend.
I’m not
always
the master of my mind
It’s hard
sometimes
to not believe the lies
Some days I can be mindful
But mostly I still feel like a shambles
And if you do, too then
I’m singing to you
My little serenade.
I’m too polite,
I go quiet,
Wouldn’t clock it
When it’s dark behind these lying eyes.
Try,
I try to be light
But sometimes it’s just easier to hide.
Wish I wasn’t inclined
To circling in my mind.
It is so tiring.
I’m not
always
the master of my mind
It’s hard
sometimes
to not believe the lies
Some days I can be mindful
But mostly I still feel like a shambles
And if you do, too then
I’m singing to you
My little serenade.
