It's the fear of inadequacy that haunts me the most.
Hard to be noticed when you walk around like a ghost,
diversities the thing I need the most.

Should I just give up and quit when my lyrics get %#@!,
for this hit to come and slap me in the face,
precious time is gone to waste.

Separation for inspiration it's left a bad taste.
Cause it's the fear that i may never no matter what I do or try,
be enough of a somebody to even get me by.

It's the fear that I might fail, never seems to leave my head,
the odds are telling me to bail and choose a different dream instead.
I won't lie I'm scared, security impaired.

There's nothing fair about a dream but could I be tougher than I seem.

Could I be tougher than this?

Catch myself when I miss?
Although I've known it all along the fear is really in the song,
that I'm writing words in two's and thirds to prove somebody wrong.

I still got fight, the show goes on tonight.
I'll paint a masterpiece of wrongs, until I get it right.


This constant waiting it's frustrating, all this time procrastinating.
Your decider, their insider he's in there deliberating,
I don't need no meet and greet, they say your the one to beat.

You line it up and make it neat waiting for my retreat.
I won't lie I'm scared, security impaired.
There's nothing fair about a dream but could I be tougher than I seem.


Could I be tougher than this?
Catch myself when I miss?

Although I've known it all along the fear is really in the song,
that I'm writing words in two's and thirds to prove somebody wrong.
I still got fight, the show goes on tonight.

I'll paint a masterpiece of wrongs, until I get it right.

No it's the fear that I am adequate I might just make it,

so I'll sing the song until the fear is gone.
It's the fear that I may never no matter what I do
or try be enough of a somebody to even get me by.

I won't lie I'm scared, security impaired.
There's nothing fair about a dream but could I be tougher than I seem