Recently these days I find myself numb, but still surprised
Optimistic, but still bracing myself for a fall
Practising my best excuses, hoping that this mood defuses
This is not sustainable, yeah, this is not ok
All this time I've wasted building a way to keep my dreams from dying
And while I should be making progress, instead I'm here still barely moving
If I could remember, if I could retain all the confidence that came so easily before
Well would it make a difference? And how could I tell
Cos obviously it's easy to see that the words don't come so well
Cos all this time I've wasted building a way to keep my dreams from dying
And while I should be making progress, instead I'm here still barely moving
It's 5 years now and I'm done playing - holding on and biding my time, but luck comes our way now
Cos this is the end - or is this the start
Well f*ck this waiting, I'll press on ahead with open heart
Now I'm taking charge of my emotions, and all the while I'm making progress