Lyrics
I walk tall and radiate the room
I project confidence and dominate the environment.
But I'm content on this game of pretend
Despite appearances, I find comfort in pretending.
Reduced down to a grain of sand
Feeling diminished, reduced to insignificance.
The castle struck down by my own hand
I've destroyed my own achievements or dreams.
While the tide is rushing in
Amid challenges, I'm overwhelmed by emotions.
Trapped in my mind, with no escape
Trapped in my thoughts with no apparent escape.
I'll fight until I break, I'll fight until I break
Willing to fight relentlessly until I break.
Fill the empty space with a crowd
Seeking solace in the presence of others.
It comes with a certain kind of warmth
The crowd provides a comforting warmth.
A silent comfort to lift the spirits
A quiet reassurance lifting my mood.
More than I'd really like to admit
Admitting more vulnerability than I'd like.
I'll stay until I can't take any more
Enduring a situation until it becomes unbearable.
I figure that if only, I could say what really was on my mind
Wishing I could honestly express my thoughts.
Maybe, this loss for words was by design
Suspecting the struggle for words is intentional.
Oh what I'd give, to be set free
Desiring freedom from internal constraints.
If only that's the way it could be
Expressing a desire for a different reality.
Looking around, at all the happy faces, I must confess
Observing joy around but struggling to connect.
It doesn't matter what I do I couldn't bring myself to talk to you
Unable to communicate despite efforts.
If only, I could say what really was on my mind
Reiterating the desire for honest expression.
Maybe, this loss for words was by design
Suspecting the difficulty in expressing is deliberate.
Mesmerized the second you walked in the room
Feeling captivated upon seeing someone special.
But why care, when my tongue is caught when I'm in your view
Tongue-tied when trying to speak in their presence.
If only, I could say what really was on my mind
Expressing the longing for honest communication.
Maybe, this loss for words was by design
Speculating on the intentional nature of speech difficulties.
Oh what I'd give, to be set free
Desiring freedom from internal constraints (repeated).
But at the end of the day, gotta accept the fact
Accepting personal shortcomings at the end of the day.
That I'm too worried about all of the qualities that I may lack
Worrying about perceived inadequacies.
Nobody's here to catch my fall
Facing challenges alone without support.
Why should I make an impression at all?
Questioning the need to make an impact.
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