Insecurities - LOVA

Dear, dear diary, where to start?

I think I suffer from a troubled heart

Let me share my theories

They come in three parts

First of all, I doubt myself

Second one is that I tend to dwell

Third is up, lonely as hell

What a mess

I’m sorry it took me all this time

To confess my mental crimes

But I think I’m ready now

So let me introduce you to my mind

Meet my insecurities

Let’s count in, one, two, three

Not smart, not pretty like a star

Not weak, not tough

Not nearly good enough

Meet my insecurities

Let’s count in, one, two, three

Not small, not skinny like a doll

Not sleak, not rough

Not nearly good enough

Mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall

I get anxious when I alcohol

Can’t you see my agony?

Or don’t you care at all?

All they ever say is to love yourself

But is it wrong to lack some confidence?

I know they can feel it too

We all do

I’m sorry it took me all this time

To confess my mental crimes

But I think I’m ready now

So let me introduce you to my mind

Meet my insecurities

Let’s count in, one, two, three

Not smart, not pretty like a star

Not weak, not tough

Not nearly good enough

Meet my insecurities

Let’s count in, one, two, three

Not small, not skinny like a doll

Not sleak, not rough

Not nearly good enough

Don’t know where to start

It’s like they’re crawling down beneath under my skin

Seems like all they want

Feed of my confidence again

But I won’t let them win

Meet my insecurities

Let’s count in, one, two, three

Not smart, not pretty like a star

Not weak, not tough

Not nearly good enough

Meet my insecurities

Let’s count in, one, two, three

Not small, not skinny like a doll

Not sleak, not rough

Not nearly good enough