Little Serenade

Maybe you’re just not good enough

Too sensitive, not strong enough

Probably not still young enough

Maybe it’s time that you gave up.

Your family and friends the humour you.

Increasingly they think you don’t have a clue.

Maybe they’re right, you don’t have a clue.

This is the sh*t I put myself through

Do you?

I’m not

always

the master of my mind

It’s hard

sometimes

to not believe the lies

Some days I can be mindful

But mostly I still feel like a shambles

And if you do, too then

I’m singing to you

My little serenade.

You don’t even know who you are,

You left yourself at the conservatoire

Back when you still made your parents proud

What can the say about you now?

Nothing, there is no update.

What progress have you actually made?

It’s embarrassing, you’re embarrassing.

Here I go again.

I wouldn’t speak that way to a friend.

I’m not

always

the master of my mind

It’s hard

sometimes

to not believe the lies

Some days I can be mindful

But mostly I still feel like a shambles

And if you do, too then

I’m singing to you

My little serenade.

I’m too polite,

I go quiet,

Wouldn’t clock it

When it’s dark behind these lying eyes.

Try,

I try to be light

But sometimes it’s just easier to hide.

Wish I wasn’t inclined

To circling in my mind.

It is so tiring.

I’m not

always

the master of my mind

It’s hard

sometimes

to not believe the lies

Some days I can be mindful

But mostly I still feel like a shambles

And if you do, too then

I’m singing to you

My little serenade.