So you think I'm talented? Thank you. But I don't take praise well
It's not because of self-esteem issues. It's just I'm not comfortable with the person that I am right now.
I mean I'm free, I'm happy, and to a degree, I succeed. I mean, please, can I really complain?






What's bothering me is that I can't appreciate what I've achieved so far.


And it's pissing me off. I'm always two steps ahead before I leave that door.
Yeah, it's freaking me out. I picture myself at peace but still want some more, more.
So I explore, never getting rest because I'm ungrateful.

I'll rephrase that, I'm unfulfilled. I'll always try to top myself just for the thrill.

And I look at myself in a mirror. And I'm searching for the depth.

I see passion and ambition. But I don't see depth.
And that's starting to scare me. It really is.
Is it unhealthy... to be the trick of all trades but the master of none?


I am one of a million stories. But because I'm me, mine's the one that counts.
Yes, in time I'll find out my single purpose. But in the meantime, I'll auto-pilot.


Still, I've achieved. I've excelled. But I'm not fair. I'll break me down.
I'm succeeding. I'm years propelled. But I'm not fair. I'll shoot me down.


I'm a master of faking the social. I'm your second best friend.
I know enough about everything to get by, but my effort stops there.

I'm a novelty, I'm a concept. You'll get bored of me.
And I'll get bored of you, because I always find flaws before I'm ready for the next phase.


Gaze to a couple of days. I see myself hazed and dazed inside a new maze.
And I didn't even get to finish the last one. I think I got distracted by my future consumption.
I wanna dance, I wanna sing, I wanna act, I wanna do that thing where everybody's in awe.

On the dancefloor, or on the silver screen, or at the start of a theatre tour.

And even though I am paying admission, to enjoy these fields.

There is something still in me that's screaming out, to let down my shield, lower.
Let more in. Triple-book your life until you stop breathing.
And even then you've got to prepare, to let the woman of your dreams become paramount.


I believed I was career-ridden, but I'm career-ridden cos' I'm romance-stricken.
The reason why maybe I'm such a performer, is that maybe one day I'll convince that woman to be my lover. I don't know


Look, I've achieved. I've excelled. But I'm not fair. I'll break me down.
I'm succeeding. I'm years propelled. But I'm not fair. I'll shoot me down.