I’ve got nothing 'cept grit,
You told me: need nothing 'cept believing it.
But doubt overshadows me,
And I crumble rather than being resilient.

I need faith; in the end You'll make it alright
Hope, when I can’t see it,
But doubt locks me...
So I flake and fawn, and fake it.

Somewhere, deep inside a voice full of trite,
Says: get over this ****.
And doubt blinds me,
So I quieten my ego and have a go of it.