From the Top

I’m self censored, self destructive, self aware
I, I know this, I am hopeless,
Off side and overdone
I, I want to, want to get you
When I see your living bravado
I’m starting over and
I start to think I’ll win this time
But I try to speak, my words don’t rhyme
Why can’t I be more like you?
I, hold on to, this collection, the remnants I lost
I’m designed to please you
I don’t need you
Ready to stand alone
I’m self censored, self destructive, self aware.
I, I notice, you need this, you feed on the crowd
And you start to think, I won’t hear this time,
So you try to speak, you try to lie
Why can’t I be more like you?