I am not a player in the game I could tell you exactly what moves to make But with myself on the line I am blind
I let myself fall and I make bad decisions I have tried and tried and come up empty Every move that I make is impulsive
Maybe my place is on the sidelines, watching from a distance. Maybe I’m meant to watch and listen. I am a guide, I am not a leader. I can show you where to go, but I have never been myself. Maybe this is how I’m meant to be, and I’m okay with that. But I can’t help but worry that I’m just too afraid to try and be the real me.