I’m in over my head. From confidence to self doubt in 60 seconds. Storming stages and stereos from here to there, trying to prove that I belong. Trying to win approval from people that I don’t know. And I look so strong when the weight of all the world don’t take it’s toll. I’d choose my sides if I believed in what was right, but I’m all wrong. I’m not larger than life, I’m not taller than trees. Do I mean what I say? I just have this disease where I never go home. I can never go home. Never telling the truth about how this life eats away. Not admitting I’m fake and I’m questioning whether this whole thing is worth it to die poor and all alone. Just don’t tell me that this doesn’t mean the world, cause my ears would bleed and my heart would hit the floor.