Living one big preemptive pause
Never allowing the extra step
No confidence, constant state of fear

The water’s too deep
The walk is too steep
The ground is so hard and I’m frightened

I want what’s over there
I’ve made myself believe I can’t reach it
No self worth, constant state of longing

Know thy limit, yes?
Nothing is limitless
Ridicule’s unbearable and I’m frightened

Going nowhere awfully fast
No progress, no growth, no change
Wait in constant state of hesitate

(a chunk of lyrics off the top of my head)

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