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My hands are ageing quicker, something in me's changed,
What happened to the confidence that once ran through my brain
Obsessed with all my tendencies I tell myself that I deserve less
My heart is sinking lower, further in my chest
My past is filled with faces I'd rather forget
I'm waiting for the clouds to part and to show me the better days
I know I've still got years to learn,
But I don't have patience for that
Is it all in my head, or do I put up these barriers myself