ThatsNotProduction

You could save me, You could break this dizzying, hypnotic spell. You see, it's like my brain is self-sabotaging itself, And every time I realize I'm starting to excel, I look upwards, high at this monstrous hill, And then I incessantly question my ability to accel. I need to stop repeating myself. I said, "I need to stop repeating myself." And you could save me, but I haven't the nerve to tell. I just need to feel the warmth of compassionate mercy, Something vibrant to placate these villainous voices inside me Maddeningly whispering the phrase, "you're not worthy." I silently suffer at the imaginary hands of my own beliefs, Petrified by any

You could save me, You could break this dizzying, hypnotic spell. You see, it's like my brain is self-sabotaging itself, And every time I realize I'm starting to excel, I look upwards, high at this monstrous hill, And then I incessantly question my ability to accel. I need to stop repeating myself. I said, "I need to stop repeating myself." And you could save me, but I haven't the nerve to tell. I just need to feel the warmth of compassionate mercy, Something vibrant to placate these villainous voices inside me Maddeningly whispering the phrase, "you're not worthy." I silently suffer at the imaginary hands of my own beliefs, Petrified by any