I think I spend too long analysing and agonising over what I really want, when really it makes no difference, they can never be mine anyway.
Maybe that�s why I think I want them.
You swing and you miss and I miss the way things used to be.
Maybe I�m just too hard on myself. The world is my oyster�isn�t it?
Feel so frustrated, frustrated and sick, miserable
Late night and you�re driving me crazy
Who am I to be dissatisfied? Who am I to complain? I�m the girl who has everything; everything yet remains just a girl, nothing ever changes and I never seem to grow. Maybe I�m afraid. Someone once told me I was afraid. I shot them down.
Crazy
If only I could reach out and make a difference, take a leap of faith, make myself somehow, but it�s not really about courage. Something to do with a compulsive need to know what the right thing is, but isn�t making mistakes the only way to learn?
I am taking risks. Some huge risks I may regret for the rest of my life. Be proud that I am making them.
Wait 'till you find this ain't the life you want to lead
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