Who I Am

Sitting in limbo, lights so dim
Down, down, down
In her caterpillar phase, wondering why she's afraid (why she's afraid)
Afraid of the lights, suddenly she's blind
Her future hides, she wonders if this is right
Sitting alone in her room, waiting for the doom
Existential loom, crying out to the moon
Is this who I am?
A loser, a quitter (a loser, a quitter)
A girl feeling bitter (a girl feeling bitter)
About my dreams
Should I give up, should I give in?
Should I give up, should I give in?
I'm not the only one with these destructive thoughts
I know other creatives feel like they are something that they're not
Sometimes
It's a battle of the mind
To find the motivation, or to exterminate it
What is the point of dragging on the floor?
Statistics so low
I'm not doing this to see how it goes
I just want to talk about my feelings
The ones that keep me reeling
The ones that I'm still dealing with
Pretending on the gram
I feel like a scam
Imposter syndrome
Is this who I am?
A loser, a quitter (a loser, a quitter)
A girl feeling bitter (a girl feeling bitter)
About my dreams
Should I give up, should I give in?
Is this who I am?
A loser, a quitter (a loser, a quitter)
A girl feeling bitter (a girl feeling bitter)
About my dreams
Should I give up, should I give in?