Glass Walls
Breaking Glass Walls: Embracing Vulnerability in a World of False FacesLyrics
I'm done shifting the blame
I've stopped blaming others for my actions or situations.
It's time to shift paradigms
It's time to change the way I perceive and understand things.
Dream of fooling round with a pair of dimes
Imagining engaging in meaningless activities.
When the lack of love leave the heart ashamed
When a lack of love causes the heart to feel ashamed.
Trying to double an effort I don't make
Attempting to put in extra effort without actual commitment.
To impress some people that don't like me
Trying to impress people who don't genuinely like me.
For real I've been feeling so fake
Feeling inauthentic and false.
Thriving on feelings that don't drive me
Focusing on emotions that don't motivate or guide me.
Trying to outrun my thoughts
Attempting to escape from my thoughts.
Like they don't define me
Trying to evade being defined by my thoughts.
Hiding behind glass walls
Hiding behind barriers to avoid being discovered.
Like they won't find me
Trying to avoid being noticed or understood.
Amplifying my demons
Exaggerating my inner struggles to justify complaining.
So I'm allowed to complain
Suppressing reasonable thoughts or advice.
Dampen voices of reason
Avoiding the need to explain my actions or behavior.
So I'm not forced to explain
I'm really good at having conversations but I'm bad at starting them shit that says a lot About me
Skilled at conversations but struggle to initiate them, revealing something about myself.
Few people understand me that's why many start to doubt me
Many doubt me because few truly understand me.
But even when I talk to myself I don't seem to get shit
Even when I talk to myself, I struggle to understand.
So I say I don't think a lot, but that's cause I suck at it
I claim not to think much because I'm not good at it.
My mind thinks of running away
My mind desires to escape or run away from situations.
Find no pleasure in growth I guess I'm not coming of age
No pleasure in personal growth, feeling stagnant.
Yeah I'm pretty insecure but I'm surely not the worst of cases
Insecure but aware others might have it worse.
People don't mind minds they just worship faces
People value appearances over intellect or thoughts.
Happily do the worst for status
Willing to do negative things for societal status.
So with no inspiration took the decision that I must write
Decided to write despite lacking inspiration.
Trying get a clear vision but got dust on my dust wipe
Struggling to gain clarity despite attempting to wipe away the dust of confusion.
Sure talk about a lot of work I ain't get done
Talk a lot about work but haven't accomplished much.
Sure think a bout a lot of girls I ain't get none
Think about relationships but haven't been successful.
Whoa lotta goals that I wanna achieve but been too tired to
Have many goals but lack motivation to pursue them.
Actually work on but still believe I'm entitled to
Feel entitled to achievements despite not working for them.
Attitude always the opposite of my IQ
Consistently possess an attitude contradictory to intelligence.
So goddamn boring I could fit my whole life in a haiku
Life seems so uneventful that it could be summarized in a haiku.
Think I'm Jim Halpert when I'm actually Dwight Schrute
Perceive myself as one character but am actually another.
Make a lotta noise for a shy dude
Noisy outwardly despite being internally reserved.
Never trade you bright lies for the darkness of my truth
Prefer presenting comforting lies over uncomfortable truths.
Trying to outrun my thoughts
Continuously attempting to escape from my thoughts.
Like they don't define me
Avoiding being defined by my thoughts.
Hiding behind glass walls
Hiding behind barriers to evade being discovered.
Like they won't find me
Avoiding being noticed or understood.
Amplifying my demons
Exaggerating inner struggles to justify complaints.
So I'm allowed to complain
Suppressing reasonable thoughts or advice.
Dampen voices of reason
Avoiding the need to explain actions or behavior.
So I'm not forced to explain
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