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They keep telling me how to succeed,
What I should do, how they would feel.
And I kept doing things they told me to,
Until I started feeling like a fool.
Is that really all I am worth?
To carry your unfulfilled dreams forth?
Is that really what makes you feel for me?
Are my achievements the only thing you see?
Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror,
I find a face staring back at me, calling me a failure.
What, what, what will I do, really?
When I grow up, do you think Iβll get steady?
With the disgrace of a person I am right now,
How, in the world, will I make you proud?
You have to focus all the damn time,
Youβre worthless unless you stay in line.
βMake me proud.β that voice in me repeats,
But never ever does the voice think of me.
How do I kill that voice inside,
Who am I really supposed to confide in?
Questions, questions, they keep appearing in my mind,
Canβt answer all of them in a lifetime.
Speaking of lifetimes, what will I do in mine?
Donβt have the answer to that either, do you know why?
That disappointed voice, oh, that voice,
It's not in my head by my choice.
Itβs been put into me by people all around,
My sanity just cannot be found.
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