I'm sure I was certain
Since when did I think I was a burden
Could it be? That I didn't see?
What's happening to me?

Slowly getting unhinged
All these stuff
They're driving me nuts
Maybe I was just a klutz

But oh please
take me away from this unbearable cage
called my thoughts
where doubt is certain all over the four walls

I no longer know where I fit
Feeling like a splat of dirt in the middle of a picture
Like an unwanted dust over a highly expensive vase
That feeling of being a trash in such a clean place

It's driving me crazy
It's utterly familiar to me
I guess it's called *insecurity