Wondering 'bout everything that brought me where I am now
Built myself up, made a life of nothing somehow
Proved to all who doubted me I'm more than just a passing thought but
If asked why I'm hesitating, I'd say I'm its mascot
Am I a lyricist or am I pretending?
I've always been told that I was never good at blending
In, trying to find the perfect, structured ending
Falling apart, the cliff is quickly descending
Made it here
All on my own
I couldn't say
How much I wanna go home
Picked myself up
And let my fear pass
If I know only one thing,
It's that I won't finish last
Wondering 'bout everyone that made me who I am now
Friends and my family shaped a decent adult somehow
Trying to prove to myself that I deserve a second shot but
If asked why I'm hesitating, I'd say that I forgot
Am I a lyricist or am I just spending
Time that otherwise would make my perfect, structured ending
True, but half my life is spent in just existing
Falling apart, but you know I'm still persisting