Maybe you're just not good enough
Too sensitive, not strong enough
Probably not still young enough
Maybe it's time that you gave up
Your family and friends the humour you
Increasingly they think you don't have a clue
Maybe they're right, you don't have a clue

This is the shit I put myself through
Do you?

I'm not
always
the master of my mind
It's hard
sometimes
to not believe the lies
Some days I can be mindful
But mostly I still feel like a shambles
And if you do, too then
I'm singing to you
My little serenade

You don't even know who you are
You left yourself at the conservatoire
Back when you still made your parents proud
What can they say about you now?
Nothing, there is no update
What progress have you actually made?
It's embarrassing, you're embarrassing

Here I go again
I wouldn't speak that way to a friend

I'm not
always
the master of my mind
It's hard
sometimes
to not believe the lies
Some days I can be mindful
But mostly I still feel like a shambles
And if you do, too then
I'm singing to you
My little serenade

I'm too polite
I go quiet
Wouldn't clock it
When it's dark behind these lying eyes
Try
I try to be light
But sometimes it's just easier to hide
Wish I wasn't inclined
To circling in my mind
It is so tiring

I'm not
always
the master of my mind
It's hard
sometimes
to not believe the lies
Some days I can be mindful
But mostly I still feel like a shambles
And if you do, too then
I'm singing to you
My little serenade