Square One

Uncertainty runs through my veins every day
Finding so many ways to control me
And my inability to create
Afraid that it will never be worthwhile
I’ve grown so fucking tired and dull from sitting around
Got disheartened by the sound of my own voice
As if I’ve been talking shit to myself
I guess I fell further than imagined
Somehow I get caught in the wake
Every day, of my flaws
To find out how I function
I’ll dissect myself
What the hell’s going on?
What’s going on with me?
I can’t see the point in anything when
All that I do is give up
Cause I’m losing my grip on this
As if I ever had it to begin with
A lowerd sense of confidenc is such a major setback
Somehow I get caught in the wake
Every day, of my flaws
To find out how I function
I’ll dissect myself
What the hell’s going on?
Oh no, I thought I made so much progress
I’m coming undone
In self sabotaging
I’ve fallen off track, headed back to square one
I’m headed back
Now I’m headed back