Ripened eyes, I'm fuelled by fear of being disliked
Question why? I should not care I know most of the time
Harmony, I think it has been deceiving me
Question why I would want others to be pleased by me

I can stand up but baby bird beats
Into my chest, pulse in my feet
I can recite, stand and deliver
Did you notice the quivering finger?
I wanna be, wanna be the guy
I'm an OP getting it right
How's it reflect, make me seem nice?
Hypocrite poser, white knight

And I think a consciousness of how I'm perceived
Is causing inactivity
Wrestle with doubt and inauthenticity
How can anything guiltless ever come from me?