The Trenches of Expectations
Everybody says I have such potential
like "potential" is supposed to be something good
All I know is that I felt such pressure in another lifetime
and I folded
I folded
I feel such pressure right now
and I'm folding
I'm folded
So I'm done with your expectations
and I'm even done with mine
I used to base my feelings on those things
and wondered why I was losing my mind
Now I've climbed up the mountain of potential
I've come from those trenches of expectations
Don't you come around me with your vicarious visions
I am who I am
Now I'm a woman on a mission
And it's my own mission
and now I'm my own star
and now I have my permission
to drive my own car
Screw the keys you hold in front of me
all those carrots that only ended up chaining me
because now I'm the top dog
I'm in the lead
So what if I have to break the trail?
So what if I race like a snail?
At least I'm not chasing my own tail
It's time to put pen to paper
and write my own tale.
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