I've outgrown this shit.
Or perhaps it has outgrown me.
That's the only explanation for why I feel stunted,
like everything else around me is evolving.
The things I used to make valuable,
are worth less and less every day.
And the people I used to make time for,
well, they have all gone off and made their own way.
And here I stand alone at the crossroads,
or perhaps alone on an island fits better
I never prepared for this moment because
I always thought I was destined for good weather
I didn't expect life to turn out this way
I didn't know I'd be stuck where I am
I thought good people got rewarded for doing good things
I didn't know "good" was something relative
The measuring stick reminds me often
that I'm not where I need be
I've grown up a lot in some ways,
but I'm still not quite satisfied with me
Nothing is harder than the battle you fight with yourself.
No other enemy, no other obstacle is as difficult.
It exploits your weaknesses and insecurities because it knows them,
because it knows you. Because it is you.
You're stranded and feeling abandoned because this doubt that you've
let manifest and grow in yourself for years
is now fully realized and taking aim and firing everything at you
Fuck the world - your self-worth is something you're still struggling to conquer
meanwhile, everyone else you know, they're all appearing to prosper.
You just want to break even, but it's never enough.
Evolution is tough and accomplishments mean nothing
when you're afraid you'll never measure up.
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