The Female Genius

Am I always in the wrong?
Am I always going down?
Stuck in a memory most of the time
Am I always missing out?
I’ve forgotten all of the jokes
Am I always laughing alone?
I’m a shadow on the floor
I’m always waiting to be told
Follow instruction disguised as suggestion
I’m always ready, I’m not always willing
Not always open, not always choosing
Sometimes I choose, sometimes I’m right
I’m going after, going forward
I’m going after, going forward, faster
You’re in the room and I’m in distance
Falling to slowly to notice the difference
Apart from anything else
I’m always watching myself
Being seen, an act of belief
I’m just performing
I’m here for appraisal
I can be silent if that’s what it takes
If that’s what it takes, I won’t speak again
I’m going after, going forward
I’m going after, going forward, faster
I meant what I said
Nearly every last word
I could be more complete
If I get close enough
If I get close enough
I’m going after, going forward
I’m going after, going forward, faster