Doubt

Am I helping myself when I question the things I believe?
Is there some part of me that is fighting against being free?
Like poison to my soul
Slowly killing all of my hope
I load my pistol with doubt
I shoot down the dreams in my mind
And watch as the meaning they had
Slowly runs out in the sand
It’s easy to be bold
When you’re only 16 years old
There’s no doubt
That I’m fucking up my life
But who’s to blame
When I never try to change?
No need to complicate
Beyond all the doubt there’s belief
Quite sure I’ve said it before
But this time around means much more
But this time around means much more.