The more I feel my purpose the more it feels like I have none, my insecurities are eating me alive.
This tension across my shoulders
Feels like it is ripping me in two
This emotion of I\'m not good enough
I\'m failing at my own dreams too
When you hear the inner voice saying
What\'s the point as you\'ve been told
Nothing is ever good enough you\'re a wasted peace of space
As if you have anything to teach when you can\'t even spell
I\'m stepping even more out of my comfort zone
With this I start to remember the negative things through my life
I\'m riding through this wave to write it all away
Remembering always that impossible I make possible