It eats away at me,
Telling I'm not good enough
Filling my head with doubt
Questioning my fitness to do
What you ask me to do
Telling me failure will follow
Yet on I go because you count
On my to do it - to deliver
And solve the crisis
But how can I when
I don't believe in me?
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC
It eats away at me,
Telling I'm not good enough
Filling my head with doubt
Questioning my fitness to do
What you ask me to do
Telling me failure will follow
Yet on I go because you count
On my to do it - to deliver
And solve the crisis
But how can I when
I don't believe in me?
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