Twisting all my emotions up into little balls,
walking down the line waiting for the fall.
Knowing in my heart that the perfection won't last,
for all the mistakes I know I've made in the past.
Always in the shadows, never making my move,
always dancing to my doubts and never to my groove.
I tend to always sell myself shorter than I am,
and the thought of being wrong,
well, hell, that's just who I am.