Not Strong Enough

Sometimes it comes, this feeling of never being good enough

This feeling, like perfection is a drug offered on surplus

Looking at the mirror as it represents my failure

Tears roll down, the only success I have is painting my crown with crayons

Having an image of who I like to think I am

Searching for signal to connect to who I want to be

I haven't found him yet

Maybe, maybe he is part of the monsters I have, underneath my bed

I swear , I am not depressed, just frustrated and gutted

Like instead of hanging on the ceiling

Rather blowing the house down with me, in it

Burying everything I once thought I was

Accepting the failure I really am, ain't that helpful?

Locked doors, fueled thoughts

Macho plugs, ritual music on

Sinnerman theme, speakers on

3,2,1... boom

Don't worry, failed in that too

Failed to get it done

Maybe it isn't over

Maybe I am meant to survive this like a tough hard bastard

Maybe all these are just circumstances I created

Maybe I was meant to understand and learn from the bad chapters