Your insecurities change,
all that you hear,
who you are inside,
and how you appear.
It decides what you do,
and what you see,
it lessens what you want,
and who you'll be.
It won't let your dreams,
go as high as the sky,
you stay on the ground,
though you're able to fly.
Won't put your foot forward,
so you go with the flow,
too scared of goodbye,
to think of hello.
You're less than your best,
and a little too late,
your shoulders now carry,
a little more weight.
Slow your mind down,
and stop holding back,
'cause you are what you are,
and not what you lack.
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 5:54 PM UTC
Your insecurities change,
all that you hear,
who you are inside,
and how you appear.
It decides what you do,
and what you see,
it lessens what you want,
and who you'll be.
It won't let your dreams,
go as high as the sky,
you stay on the ground,
though you're able to fly.
Won't put your foot forward,
so you go with the flow,
too scared of goodbye,
to think of hello.
You're less than your best,
and a little too late,
your shoulders now carry,
a little more weight.
Slow your mind down,
and stop holding back,
'cause you are what you are,
and not what you lack.
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