I don’t mean to pour,
But this version of me isn’t how I’d imagined,
Less pride, more heart seems so much better on paper than in practice,
I suppose I’ll just close off another door and take the alley.
I don’t mean to pour,
But this version of me isn’t how I’d imagined,
Less pride, more heart seems so much better on paper than in practice,
I suppose I’ll just close off another door and take the alley.
Too scared to hold my breath,
Too much will to exhale,
For once in my life,
I’d love to be proven wrong.