[Intro: close, intimate, minimal music]
There is so much I need to change about myself…
[Loop: layered vocals, rhythmic, words as percussion]
Overwhelmed.
Tired.
Angry.
Bitter.
[Beat of silence]
My heart is heavy.
[Verse 1: flat, deadpan delivery]
I know my diagnoses
But the solution isn’t clear
Is my brain broken?
Or
Do I just have a bad personality?
I’ve been asking this question for as long as I can remember
What’s wrong with me?
[Verse 2: everything drops out except the vocal]
I know what’s right with me
There is a lot of good here
But I can’t knock this nagging feeling
That under every smile
[Full silence, 2 beats]
…there is a river of negativity waiting
Waiting for me to dive in
And be carried away
To that place where I’ll drown
[Hook: biggest, strangest, most melodic moment]
I need to break the habit of being ME
I need to break the habit of being ME
[Second voice underneath, softer]
(Is this just being human?)
(If there are 8 billion of us, why do I feel so ALONE?)
[Verse 3: building, melodic, increasingly intense]
Suffering from this human
CONDITION
I want MORE than this human-ness
This suffering, a burden, and completely OPTIONAL
Imprisoned by my own equipment
[Hook: returns smaller, unsure, voice breaks off]
I need to break the habit of being…
[Bridge: stripped back, quiet]
And yet
What does that even mean?
If I reject the parts of myself that hurt
Am I freeing myself
Or simply creating another thing to reject?
[Quiet middle: gentle, melodic]
Maybe the question isn’t “What’s wrong with me?”
Maybe it’s something simpler
Something closer to the truth
[Refrain: gentle, round, lullaby feel]
A prayer for truth, grown in soil of rejection
Blooms into what?
I don’t know
Not yet
But maybe that’s the point
[Outro: nearly bare, melodic]
Maybe I don’t have to know what it will become
Maybe I just have to stop pulling it out of the ground
To see whether it is growing
What blooms when we stop rejecting what is here?
[Sung to hook melody, tiny, final]
I want to find out
[End]