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The Act Of Getting Over (Yourself)

I have my doubts

I have my doubts all written out

See them tattooed on my face

Well it's not easy

Getting up again

When I'm my own worst enemy

And all this time

I still can't find

The world outside my living room


Like a whisper in my ear

Painting pictures from a storybook of all the things I fear

So run away

I need some space

From my brain

Sometimes I think but never think at all


All the time I feel

Like the writing's on the wall

And I often think about

If my mind started it all

Do you see?

This isn't me

But what is "me" anymore?


Well who are you to say?

What to think and how to live my life

I'll do it my own way

So hit the brakes

I need to face

My mistakes

Try to run but only ever crawl


All the time I feel

Like the writing's on the wall

And I often think about

How my mind started it all

Do you see?

This isn't me

But what is "me" anymore?


If I stop thinking on forever

Would I live another day?

Everyone has opinions

Who gives a fuck what people say?

Second guessing everything

Nothing comes so naturally

Somehow I need to move on

Move on


All the time I feel

Like the world's dragging me down

And I often think about

My head spinning around

Now I see

This is me

What is "me" anymore?

Anymore