what is it that you see in me?
what's the secret that make your eyes gleam?
what's the tempo of my heartbeat
that makes you stomp your feet
makes you nod your head to the music
or did i confuse it with something else
it has nothing to do with me, just you and yourself
why can't i see what you see?
am i blind to the so called best part of me?
you say i'm talented, i got what it takes
but self doubt makes me feel like a fake
i paint the walls with my mistakes
yet you only see the wallpaper i replaced
apparently i gotta be transparent
my hesitance is inherent
so i put my defenses up
in front of crowds i tense up
now i gotta fess up
sometimes i'm fed up
i had enough of it
of people saying i'm good
when i feel the opposite
i promised to myself that i'll be confident
but i got a history of breaking promises
wrote my life-story but i can't seem to finish it
might die heroic or live villainous