yoUr bLiSS
Bluelighter
just what do you do
and how do you act
when your dreams start to come true?
no matter how petty
or how grand
one by one
they are unfolding
you'd think i'd be ecstatic
overwhelmed with joy
quite the contrary
where confidence is lacking
frustration is building
i used to surround myself with morons
(at the time i considered them to be friends)
in this world of drugs, clubs, and morons
i was the queen of them all
how easy it was to shine amongst the masses
swimming in a sea of dull objects
a shallow sea at that
though my head was large
my ego full
my soul was bored
my spirit restless
so here i am today
overwhelmed by greatness
sourrounded by opportunity
new demons have emerged
where old ones lay defeated
self-doubt and insecurity
creep up ever so slowly
i try to place the blame on others
it's my job. this fucking corporate grind. i waste 55 hours a week working when i could be creating....
it's her. she cuts me down so sweetly while not so subtley flaunting her success
i've no one to blame but myself
i cannot continue to blame my job
i need to find a way to change it
i cannot blame my best friend
that would be like blaming the sun
some things are brighter than others
i just can't shake this feeling
this feeling of unworthiness
i feel as though no longer glow
a feeble flicker amongst all these stars
and how do you act
when your dreams start to come true?
no matter how petty
or how grand
one by one
they are unfolding
you'd think i'd be ecstatic
overwhelmed with joy
quite the contrary
where confidence is lacking
frustration is building
i used to surround myself with morons
(at the time i considered them to be friends)
in this world of drugs, clubs, and morons
i was the queen of them all
how easy it was to shine amongst the masses
swimming in a sea of dull objects
a shallow sea at that
though my head was large
my ego full
my soul was bored
my spirit restless
so here i am today
overwhelmed by greatness
sourrounded by opportunity
new demons have emerged
where old ones lay defeated
self-doubt and insecurity
creep up ever so slowly
i try to place the blame on others
it's my job. this fucking corporate grind. i waste 55 hours a week working when i could be creating....
it's her. she cuts me down so sweetly while not so subtley flaunting her success
i've no one to blame but myself
i cannot continue to blame my job
i need to find a way to change it
i cannot blame my best friend
that would be like blaming the sun
some things are brighter than others
i just can't shake this feeling
this feeling of unworthiness
i feel as though no longer glow
a feeble flicker amongst all these stars
