Imperfections flowing heavily into my brain
The anxiety becomes second nature
Trying to defeat the social anxiety
Itβs getting hard to defeat
When you can no longer tell fake from reality
Many times, Iβve reached my glory
But I also have plenty of bad stories
I think about my shortcomings, but Iβm ready for whatever else is coming
Iβve been tolerating my own monsters
And they keep showing up as impostors
I ask them questions, and then pay attention to all their responses
Not sure how they have time to lie to you
When they still havenβt fought their own demons
Imperfections flowing heavily into my brain
I want to come out of it, but sometimes they give me a reason to stay
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