Fight the fear

Stand up about to fight, but it’s already won

I try to prove myself, but wind up looking dumb

And everybody’s round’ the corner, ya they’re sneaking up

Saying that my fear is really only missing guts

This doubt inside me, calls me, saying all I am is bluff

I’m breaking down, how do I live if I’m not good enough?

I’m fighting fear, it comes with highs, lows and in-betweens 

But in the end I know the fear ain’t as strong as me.


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