Real hassle controlled my mind.

I shot down my own dreams to avoid the pressure to succeed.

Maybe I love to leave, come and go until I die, scared of the future, no.

I'd rather settle than try.

If I fail then will I survive or will I just get by?

Self-doubt blinds me.

Visions that I'm fighting, I wanna fight and provoke the unheard.

Pointless thoughts stand in my way.

Who I am and what I am can't help but think I will go nowhere.

My body keeps tellin me, but I will not believe.

I will not ever believe.

I'm just saving myself forever now.

Don't act like you know what I'm here for.

I won't let you be part of me.

You got a realistic mind.

Ambition-less you'll never be satisfied.