Lyrical Ideas 1


Throw me in at the deep end, but I’ll only sink
You can baptise me with fire, but I’ll just burn out
This pressure leaves my confidence in shards
I know it’s not supposed to be this hard

I’ve been told all my life I’ll ‘grow out of it’
Out of my shell
Why is reservation synonymous with failure?
It’s just my body
Trying to protect me

Why is it
Flight or fight = wrong or right?

© Caryl Sumner, 2007

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